The Mediaeval Baebes - Averil lyrics

rate me

When the nightegale singes,

The wodes waxen grene,

Lef and gras and blosme springes

In Averil, I wene;

(And) love is to min herte gon

With one spere so kene:

Night and day my blod it drinkes;

Min herte deth me tene.

Ich have loved all this year

That I may love namore;

Ich have siked mony sik,

Lemmon, for thin ore.

Me nis love never the ner,

And that me reweth sore;

Swete lemmon, thench on me:

Ich have loved thee yore.

Swete lemmon, I preye thee,

Of love one speche.

Whil I live in world so wide

Other nulle I seche.

With thy love, my swete leof,

My blis thou mihtes eche:

A swete cos of thy mouth

Mighte be my leche.

Swete lemmon, I preye thee

Of a love-bene;

If thou me lovest, as men says,

Lemmon, as I wene.

And if it thy wille be,

Thou loke that it be sene;

So muchel I thenke upon thee

That all I waxe grene.