In celebration of spring, equinox and Annunciation, we sing you our setting of this exquisite 14th century lyric. Magical realism from the 14C where the magical is real and the real is magical.
I sing of a maiden
That is makeles;
King of all kings
To here sone che ches.
He cam also still
There his moder was
As dew in April
That fallit on the gras.
He cam also still
To his moders bowr
As dew in April
That fallit on the flower.
He cam also still
There his moder lay,
As dew in April
That fallit on the spray.
Moder and maiden
Was never non but the;
We may switch a lady
Godes moder be.
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