Corpus Christi Carol - Libera, Robert Prizeman, Бенджамин Бриттен

He bare her up, he bare her down

He bare her into an orchard ground

Lully lullay, lully lullay

The falcon hath borne my mate away

And in that orchard there was a hall

That was hanged with purple and pall

And in that hall there was a bed

And it was hanged with gold so red

And on this bed there lyeth a knight

His wound is bleeding day and night

By his bedside kneeleth a maid

And she weepeth both night and day

By his bedside standeth a stone

'Corpus Christi' written thereon