The Midsummer Carol Songtext
von The Devil's Interval
The Midsummer Carol Songtext
Twas early I walked on a fine Midsummer′s morning
The fields and the meadows were decked and gay
The small birds were singing, the woodlands were ringing
Early in the morning at breaking of day
I will play on my pipes
I will sing to thee my lady
Twas early in the morning at breaking of day
Arise, love, arise
Go and gather your love posies
The fairest of flowers that in yonder garden grows
Go gather me lilies, carnations and roses
I'll wear them with pride for the young girl I chose
Come dress me with flowers, I′m as gay as a king
I'm as glad as a bird when my carol I sing
Oh hark love, oh hark love
The nightingale's a-wooing
The lark is aloft, piping shrill in the air
In every green bower, the turtledoves are cooing
The sun is hot gleaming, arise up my dear
I′ve waited all year from Midwinter through to May
Yes I′ve waited all year for the dawn of Leman Day
Arise love, arise love
In song and in story
The sun rises high over golden fields of hay
I'll play thee a tune on my gilded pipes of ivory
Early in the morning at breaking of day
I′ll play on my pipes
I will sing to thee my lady
It's early in the morning at breaking of day
The fields and the meadows were decked and gay
The small birds were singing, the woodlands were ringing
Early in the morning at breaking of day
I will play on my pipes
I will sing to thee my lady
Twas early in the morning at breaking of day
Arise, love, arise
Go and gather your love posies
The fairest of flowers that in yonder garden grows
Go gather me lilies, carnations and roses
I'll wear them with pride for the young girl I chose
Come dress me with flowers, I′m as gay as a king
I'm as glad as a bird when my carol I sing
Oh hark love, oh hark love
The nightingale's a-wooing
The lark is aloft, piping shrill in the air
In every green bower, the turtledoves are cooing
The sun is hot gleaming, arise up my dear
I′ve waited all year from Midwinter through to May
Yes I′ve waited all year for the dawn of Leman Day
Arise love, arise love
In song and in story
The sun rises high over golden fields of hay
I'll play thee a tune on my gilded pipes of ivory
Early in the morning at breaking of day
I′ll play on my pipes
I will sing to thee my lady
It's early in the morning at breaking of day
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