I sing of a maiden
Lennox Berkeley
I sing of a maiden
That is makeless.
King of all kinges
To her son she ches.
He came all so stille
There his mother was,
As dew in Aprille
That falleth on the grass.
He came all so stille
To his mother’s bowr,
As dew in Aprille
That falleth on the flower.
Mother and maiden
Was never none but she;
Well may such a lady
Goddes mother be.
15th century
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- The Lord is my shepherd Lennox Berkeley
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