I Sing of a Maiden

I sing of a maiden that is makeless¹,
King of all Kings to her son she ches².

He came all so still where his Mother was,
As dew in April that falleth on the grass.

He came all so still to his Mother's bow'r,
As dew in April that falleth on the flow'r.

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, God's Mother be.

1.  matchless; without equal
2.  chose

performed by Fairlawn Avenue United Church Choirs
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Eleanor Daley, director
This recording comes from their CD What Sweeter Music.

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