Magna Carta - Falkland Grene lyrics

Were I the morning star I could never shine so fair Lady in your sequin gown Riding on a milk with palfrey Popinjay and minstrel gaily Riding down a forest road Knights and ladies come ye well To be at Falkland Grene To be at Falkland Grene Sand your coat of steel my lord You could have a winesome favour Ride you fair and speak you well Maybe know a ladys pleasure Stuart lord in gold and crimson Hunt the boar and fleetfoot deer Poet if your lines be true Then come to Falkland Grene Come to Falkland Grene Blow cold the winter wind Whistle you a mournful song Jesters words they pealed like bells Down below the rims of Lomond Flew the hawk and waltzed the courtier In the gardens were they seen In days of wine and madrigal Down at Falkland Grene Down at Falkland Grene