[00:00.000] 作词 : Lyrics by Anon, Mediaeval English, Latin. Music by Katharine Blake, Ruth Galloway
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Lyrics by Anon, Mediaeval English, Latin. Music by Katharine Blake, Ruth Galloway
[00:13.320]Of on that is so fair and bright,
[00:16.740]Velud maris stella,
[00:19.770]Brighter than the dayes light,
[00:23.140]Parens et puella:
[00:26.010]Ic crye to thee – thou se to me-
[00:29.440]Levedy, preye thy sone for me,
[00:32.650]Tam pia,
[00:35.760]That ic mote come to thee,
[00:38.940]Maria.
[00:54.650]Levedy, flowr of alle thing,
[00:57.880]Rosa sine spina,
[01:00.710]Thu bere Jesu, Hevene King,
[01:04.150]Gratia divina.
[01:07.020]Of alle thu berst the pris,
[01:10.400]Levedy, Quene of Paradis
[01:13.610]Electa;
[01:16.890]Maide milde, moder es
[01:19.900]Effecta.
[01:35.770]All this world was forlore
[01:39.060]Eva peccatrice,
[01:41.780]Till our Lord was ibore
[01:45.560]De te genitrice.
[01:48.310]With ‘Ave’ it went away,
[01:51.790]Thuster night, and cometh the day
[01:54.960]Salutis.
[01:57.830]The welle springeth ut of thee
[02:01.290]Virtutis.
[02:32.970]Of care, conseil though ert best,
[02:35.950]Felix fecundata;
[02:38.870]Of alle wery thou ert rest.
[02:42.240]Mater honorata.
[02:45.110]Besek him with milde mod,
[02:48.320]That for ous alle sad his blod
[02:51.590]In cruce,
[02:54.670]That we moten comen till him
[02:58.090]In luce.

作词 : Lyrics by Anon, Mediaeval English, Latin. Music by Katharine Blake, Ruth Galloway
作曲 : Lyrics by Anon, Mediaeval English, Latin. Music by Katharine Blake, Ruth Galloway
Of on that is so fair and bright,
Velud maris stella,
Brighter than the dayes light,
Parens et puella:
Ic crye to thee – thou se to me-
Levedy, preye thy sone for me,
Tam pia,
That ic mote come to thee,
Maria.
Levedy, flowr of alle thing,
Rosa sine spina,
Thu bere Jesu, Hevene King,
Gratia divina.
Of alle thu berst the pris,
Levedy, Quene of Paradis
Electa;
Maide milde, moder es
Effecta.
All this world was forlore
Eva peccatrice,
Till our Lord was ibore
De te genitrice.
With ‘Ave’ it went away,
Thuster night, and cometh the day
Salutis.
The welle springeth ut of thee
Virtutis.
Of care, conseil though ert best,
Felix fecundata;
Of alle wery thou ert rest.
Mater honorata.
Besek him with milde mod,
That for ous alle sad his blod
In cruce,
That we moten comen till him
In luce.