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Swete Sone Lyrics

Artist: Mediaeval Baebes
Album: Worldes Blysse

Swete sone, reu on me
And breste out of thy bondes
For me thinket that I see
Thoru Bothen thin bondes
Nailes driven into the tree
So reufuliche thu honges
Now is betre that I flee
And lett alle these londes

Swete sone, thy faire face
Droppet all on blode
And thy body downward
Is bounded to the rode
How may thy modress hert
Tholen so swete fode
That blessed was of alle born
And best of alle gode

How may thy modress hert
Tholen so swete fode
That blessed was of alle born
And best of alle gode

Swete sone, reu on me
And bring me out of this live
For me thinket that I see
Thy deth, it neyhet swithe
Thy feet nailed to the tree
Now may I no more thrive
For this werld withouten thee
Ne shall me maken blithe

Comments/Interpretations

by Brooke on 5/11/2009 10:44pm
This song is beautiful. It was the first time I'd heard olde english used.

by Jenn on 4/7/2010 10:03pm
I thought it was Middle English...

by Meg on 10/9/2010 7:16am
It is Middle English. Old English looks very much like German.