Blow Northerne Wynd Songtext / Lyric

Blow northerne wynd

Send thou me my seting

Blow, northerene wynd

Blow! Blow! Blow!

Ichot a burde in bowre bright

Pat sully semly is on sight

Menskful maiden of might

Fair and fre to fonde

In al this wurhliche won

A burde of blod and of bon

Neverzete I nuste non

Lussomore in londe

Hire lure lumes light

Ase a launterne anight

Hire bleo blikieth so bright

So fair he is and fyn

A swetly swire heo hap no holde

With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde

And fingres faire for to folde

God wolde he were myn!

For hire loue in slep y slake

For hire loue al nyht ich wake

For hire loue mournyng y make

Mor then eny mon