Marginalia - When The Nyhtegale Singes

Текст с Bandcamp’а: “Harley Lyrics Middle English Circa 1340 The song of a stricken lover surrounded by the blossoming of spring. “A sweet kiss from thy mouth Would be strong medicine“ When the nyhtegale singes, The wodes waxen grene, Lef ant gras ant blosme springes In Averyl, Y wene ; Ant love is to myn herte gon With one spere so kene, Nyht ant day my blod hit drynkes Myn herte deth me tene. Ich have loved al this yer That Y may love na more; Ich have siked moni syk, Lemmon, for thin ore, Me nis love neuer the ner, Ant that me reweth sore; Suete lemmon, thench on me, Ich have loved the yore. Suete lemmon, Y preye thee, Of love one speche; Whil Y lyve in world so wyde Other nulle Y seche. With thy love, my suete leof, My blis thou mihtes eche; A suete cos of thy mouth Mihte be my leche. Suete lemmon, Y preye thee Of a love-bene: Yef thou me lovest, ase men says, Lemmon, as I wene, Ant yef hit thi wille be, Thou loke that hit be sene; So muchel Y thenke vpon the That al y waxe grene. Bituene Lyncolne ant Lyndeseye, Norhamptoun ant Lounde, Ne wot I non so fayr a may, As y go fore ybounde. Suete lemmon, Y preye the Thou lovie me a stounde; Y wole mone my song On wham that hit ys on ylong. from Marginalia, released December 16, 2015“