《Swete Sone》歌词

歌曲： Swete Sone

所属专辑：The Best Of The Mediaeval Baebes

歌手： The Mediaeval Baebes

时长： 03:15

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Swete Sone - 中世纪宝贝[00:00:00]

Swete sone[00:00:02]

Reu on me[00:00:07]

And breste out of thy bondes[00:00:13]

For me thinket[00:00:20]

That I see[00:00:25]

Thoru Bothen thin bondes[00:00:31]

Nailes driven[00:00:38]

Into the tree[00:00:43]

So reufuliche thu honges[00:00:48]

Now is betre[00:00:55]

That I flee[00:00:59]

And lett alle these londes[00:01:04]

Swete sone[00:01:12]

Thy faire face[00:01:16]

Droppet all on blode[00:01:22]

And thy body downward[00:01:28]

Is bounded to the rode[00:01:31]

How may thy modress hert[00:01:34]

Tholen so swete fode[00:01:38]

That blessed was of alle born[00:01:41]

And best of alle gode[00:01:44]

How may thy modress hert[00:01:46]

Tholen so swete fode[00:01:50]

That blessed was of alle born[00:01:52]

And best of alle gode[00:01:55]

Swete sone[00:02:02]

Reu on me[00:02:07]

And bring me out of this live[00:02:13]

For me thinket[00:02:20]

That I see[00:02:25]

Thy deth it neyhet swithe[00:02:30]

Thy feet nailed[00:02:38]

To the tree[00:02:42]

Now may I no more thrive[00:02:47]

For this werld[00:02:54]

Withouten thee[00:02:59]

Ne shall me maken blithe[00:03:04]