كلمات Corpus Christie

Lullay, lullay, lullay lullay The falcon hath born my make away He bare him up, he bare him down He bare him into an orchard brown In that orchard there was a hall That was hanged with gold and pall And in that hall there was a bed It was hanged with gold so red And in that bed there lyeth a knight His wounds bleeding day and night By that bedside kneeleth a may And she weepeth both night and day And by that bedside there standeth a stone Corpus Christie written thereon Corpus Christie written thereon Lullay, lullay, lullay lullay The falcon hath born my make away Lullay, lullay, lullay lullay The falcon hath born my make away Lullay, lullay, lullay lullay The falcon hath born my make away Lullay, lullay, lullay lullay The falcon hath born my make away