Текст (слова) песни: Mediaeval Baebes - Swete Sone

Swete sone, reu on me
And breste out of thy bondes
For me thinket that I see
Thoru Bothen thin bondes
Nailes driven into the tree
So reufuliche thu honges
Now is betre that I flee
And lett alle these londes

Swete sone, thy faire face
Droppet all on blode
And thy body downward
Is bounded to the rode
How may thy modress hert
Tholen so swete fode
That blessed was of alle born
And best of alle gode

How may thy modress hert
Tholen so swete fode
That blessed was of alle born
And best of alle gode

Swete sone, reu on me
And bring me out of this live
For me thinket that I see
Thy deth, it neyhet swithe
Thy feet nailed to the tree
Now may I no more thrive
For this werld withouten thee
Ne shall me maken blithe
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Adult Lullaby
Ah Si Mon Moine
Alba
All Turns To Yesterday
At A Springe-Wel
Averil
Beatrice
Besse Bunting
Blow Northern Wind
Byrd One Brere
C-est La Fin
Dringo Bell
E Volentieri
E Volentieri (Reprise)
Ecci Mundi Gaudium
Erthe Upon Erthe
Foweles In The Frith
Gaudete
Glass Window
How Death Comes
I Am Eve
Isabella
Kinderly
Lanquam Li Jorn
Laude Novella
Lo, Here My Hert
Love Me Broughte
Maiden In The Mor Lay
Miri It Is
Now Springes The Spray
Now Welcom Somer
Omnes Gentes Plaudite (The Drinking Song)
Palestinalied
Passing Thus Alone
Pearl
Quan Vey La Lauzeta
Salva Nos
Salve Virgo Virginum
Secreit Nicht
Slay Me Suddenly
So Spricht Das Leben
Spiriti
Summerisle
Swete Sone
The Circle Of The Lustful
The Coventry Carol
The Rose
The Snake
The Sour Grove
The Woods And The Rivers Are Silent
There Is No Rose Of Swych Vertu
This Ay Nicht
Undrentide
Veni Coronaberis
Veni, Veni
Verbum Caro
Waylaway
When Thy Turuf Is Thy Tour