Of on that is so fair and bright,
Velud maris stella,
Brighter than the dayes light,
Parens et puella:
Ic crye to thee – thou se to me-
Levedy, preye thy sone for me,
Tam pia,
That ic mote come to thee,
Maria.
Levedy, flowr of alle thing,
Thu bere Jesu, Hevene King,
Gratia divina.
Of alle thu berst the pris,
Levedy, Quene of Paradis
Electa;
Maide milde, moder es
Effecta.
All this world was forlore
Eva peccatrice,
Till our Lord was ibore
De te genitrice.
With ‘Ave’ it went away,
Thuster night, and cometh the day
Salutis.
Virtutis.
Of care, conseil though ert best,
Felix fecundata;
Of alle wery thou ert rest.
Mater honorata.
Besek him with milde mod,
That for ous alle sad his blod
In cruce,
That we moten comen till him
In luce.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:13.320]Of on that is so fair and bright,
[00:16.740]Velud maris stella,
[00:19.770]Brighter than the dayes light,
[00:23.140]Parens et puella:
[00:26.010]Ic crye to thee – thou se to me-
[00:29.440]Levedy, preye thy sone for me,
[00:32.650]Tam pia,
[00:35.760]That ic mote come to thee,
[00:38.940]Maria.
[00:54.650]Levedy, flowr of alle thing,
[01:00.710]Thu bere Jesu, Hevene King,
[01:04.150]Gratia divina.
[01:07.020]Of alle thu berst the pris,
[01:10.400]Levedy, Quene of Paradis
[01:13.610]Electa;
[01:16.890]Maide milde, moder es
[01:19.900]Effecta.
[01:35.770]All this world was forlore
[01:39.060]Eva peccatrice,
[01:41.780]Till our Lord was ibore
[01:45.560]De te genitrice.
[01:48.310]With ‘Ave’ it went away,
[01:51.790]Thuster night, and cometh the day
[01:54.960]Salutis.
[02:01.290]Virtutis.
[02:32.970]Of care, conseil though ert best,
[02:35.950]Felix fecundata;
[02:38.870]Of alle wery thou ert rest.
[02:42.240]Mater honorata.
[02:45.110]Besek him with milde mod,
[02:48.320]That for ous alle sad his blod
[02:51.590]In cruce,
[02:54.670]That we moten comen till him
[02:58.090]In luce.
Of on that is so fair and bright,
Velud maris stella,
Brighter than the dayes light,
Parens et puella:
Ic crye to thee – thou se to me-
Levedy, preye thy sone for me,
Tam pia,
That ic mote come to thee,
Maria.
Levedy, flowr of alle thing,
Thu bere Jesu, Hevene King,
Gratia divina.
Of alle thu berst the pris,
Levedy, Quene of Paradis
Electa;
Maide milde, moder es
Effecta.
All this world was forlore
Eva peccatrice,
Till our Lord was ibore
De te genitrice.
With ‘Ave’ it went away,
Thuster night, and cometh the day
Salutis.
Virtutis.
Of care, conseil though ert best,
Felix fecundata;
Of alle wery thou ert rest.
Mater honorata.
Besek him with milde mod,
That for ous alle sad his blod
In cruce,
That we moten comen till him
In luce.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:13.320]Of on that is so fair and bright,
[00:16.740]Velud maris stella,
[00:19.770]Brighter than the dayes light,
[00:23.140]Parens et puella:
[00:26.010]Ic crye to thee – thou se to me-
[00:29.440]Levedy, preye thy sone for me,
[00:32.650]Tam pia,
[00:35.760]That ic mote come to thee,
[00:38.940]Maria.
[00:54.650]Levedy, flowr of alle thing,
[01:00.710]Thu bere Jesu, Hevene King,
[01:04.150]Gratia divina.
[01:07.020]Of alle thu berst the pris,
[01:10.400]Levedy, Quene of Paradis
[01:13.610]Electa;
[01:16.890]Maide milde, moder es
[01:19.900]Effecta.
[01:35.770]All this world was forlore
[01:39.060]Eva peccatrice,
[01:41.780]Till our Lord was ibore
[01:45.560]De te genitrice.
[01:48.310]With ‘Ave’ it went away,
[01:51.790]Thuster night, and cometh the day
[01:54.960]Salutis.
[02:01.290]Virtutis.
[02:32.970]Of care, conseil though ert best,
[02:35.950]Felix fecundata;
[02:38.870]Of alle wery thou ert rest.
[02:42.240]Mater honorata.
[02:45.110]Besek him with milde mod,
[02:48.320]That for ous alle sad his blod
[02:51.590]In cruce,
[02:54.670]That we moten comen till him
[02:58.090]In luce.
Come my swete, come my flour
Come my culver, myn owne bour
Come my moder, now with me
For hevyn quene
I make thee
My swete sone withal my love
I come ...
Io Isabella danzando ne prati
Verdi della primavera
Girando e girando, cascando e cascando
Nel mondo delle elfi sognando
Mi prendono la mano, mi porta...
Ring-a-ring o' roses
A pocketful of posies
A-tishoo! A-tishoo! (Ashes!Ashes!)
We all fall down
Ring-a-ring o' roses
A pocketful of posies
A-tishoo! A-...
Ah si mon moine voulait danser
Ah si mon moine voulait danser
Un capuchon je lui donnerai
Un capuchon je lui donnerai
Danse, mon moine danse
Tu n'ente...
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
Down will come, baby, cradle and all
When the wind blows, the cr...
I must go walk the wood so wild
And wander here and there
In dred and deadly fere
For where I trusted I am begeld
And all for love of one
Thus am I ...
Kinderly is now my coming
Into this world with teres and cry
Litel and povere is my having
Britel and some I falle from hit
Sharpe and strong is my de...