Mediaeval Baebes The Averil (undrentide) Lyrics

Averil (undrentide) Lyrics

Lyrics (13th century English)
Translation

When the nightegale
singes,
When the nightingale sings,

The wodes waxen grene:
And the
woods wax green:

Lef and grass and blosme springes
I expect, the
leaves and the blades of grass,

In Averil, I wene;
And blossoms to
spring up, in April;

(And) love is to min herte gon
And so love has
shot through my heart

With one spere so kene:
With a spear so
honed

Night and day my blod it drinkes;
That night and day it drinks
my blood

Min herte deth me tene.
And my heart grieves.

Ich
have loved all this year
All this year I have loved

That I may love
namore;
The one I can love no more;

Ich have siked mony sik,
I
have sighed so many sighs,

Lemmon, for thin ore.
Sweetheart, for your
favour.

Me nis love never the ner,
Love will never be any closer to
me,

And that me reweth sore.
And I rue that intensely.

Swete
lemmon, thench on me:
Sweetheart, think about me:

Ich have loved thee
yore.
I have loved you such a long time.

Swete lemmon, I preye
thee
Dear sweetheart, I beg you,

Of love one speche.
For one word
of love.

Whil I live in world so wide
As long as I live I will not
seek

Other nulle I seche.
Another throughout the entire
world.

With thy love, my swete leof,
With your affection, my sweet
love,

My bliss thou mightest eche:
You could bring me joy:

A
swete cos of thy mouth
A sweet kiss from you lips

Mighte be my
leche.
Could cure me completely

Swete lemmon, I preye
thee
Sweetheart, I beg you,

Of a love-bene;
With a lover's
petition,

If thou me lovest, as men says,
If you love me, as they say
you do,

Lemmon as I wene.
Then love me as I want you to.

And if
it thy wille be,
And if it be your will,

Thou loke that it be
sene.
Then be sure you make it happen,

So muchel I thenke upon
thee
For I think of you so much,

That all I waxe grene.
That I'm
growing like the spring.