Mediæval Bæbes - I Sing Of A Maiden lyrics

I sing of a maiden that is makeless King of all kings to her son she ches He came all so still where his mother was Ss dew in april that falleth on the gra** He came all so still to his mother's bower As dew in april that falleth on the flower He came all so still where his mother lay As dew in april that falleth on the spray Mother and maiden was never none but she Well may such a lady godës mother be