Extollere 歌词

Blow, northerne wind Send thou me my sweting Hire lure lumes light Ase a launterne anight Hire be blikieth so bright So fair he is and fine Swetly swire he hath to holde With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde And fingres faire to folde God wolde she were mine Blow, northerne wind Send thou me my sweting Blow, northerne wind Send thou me my sweting Swetly swire he hath to holde With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde Blow, northerne wind Send thou me my sweting [Translation: ] Blow, northern wind Send me my darling Her luminous cheek is alight Like a lantern in the night Her face gleams so bright So fair she is, and fine A lovely neck she has, to embrace Her arms and shoulders are all men could wish for And fair fingers to enfold Would to God she were mine Blow, northern wind Send me my darling A lovely neck she has, to embrace Her arms and shoulders are all men could wish for Blow, northern wind Send me my darling