Thomas Morley - The fields abroad - текст песни (слова)

The fields abroad 
 with spangled flowers are gilded,
 the meads are mantled, and closes; 
 in May, each bush arrayed, 
 and sweet wild roses.
 The nightingale her bower hath gaily builded,
 and full of kindly lust, and love's inspiring,
 "I love, I love, I love" she sings,
 hark: her mate desireing.