Blow the Northerne Wynd Songtext

von Qntal

Blow northerne wynd
Send thou me my seting
Blow, northerene wynd
Blow! Blow! Blow!
Ichot a burde in bowre bright
Pat sully semly is on sight
Menskful maiden of might
Fair and fre to fonde
In al this wurhliche won
A burde of blod and of bon
Neverzete I nuste non
Lussomore in londe
Hire lure lumes light
Ase a launterne anight
Hire bleo blikieth so bright
So fair he is and fyn
A swetly swire heo hap no holde
With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde
And fingres faire for to folde
God wolde he were myn!
For hire loue in slep y slake
For hire loue al nyht ich wake
For hire loue mournyng y make
Mor then eny mon