Barbara Dickson - Corpus Christie текст песни

Lullay, lullay, lullay lullay
The falcon hath born my make away

He bare him up, he bare him down
He bare him into an orchard brown

In that orchard there was a hall
That was hanged with gold and pall

And in that hall there was a bed
It was hanged with gold so red

And in that bed there lyeth a knight
His wounds bleeding day and night

By that bedside kneeleth a may
And she weepeth both night and day

And by that bedside there standeth a stone
Corpus Christie written thereon

Corpus Christie written thereon

Lullay, lullay, lullay lullay
The falcon hath born my make away

Lullay, lullay, lullay lullay
The falcon hath born my make away

Lullay, lullay, lullay lullay
The falcon hath born my make away

Lullay, lullay, lullay lullay
The falcon hath born my make away