Thomas Weelkes - In pride of May - текст песни (слова)

In pride of May the fields are gay, 
 the birds do sing, do sweetly sing. 
 Fa la la la la la. 
 So nature would that all things 
 should with joy begin the Spring.
 Fa la la la la la. 
 
 Then Lady dear do you appear, 
 in beauty like the Spring. 
 Fa la la la la la. 
 I well dare say the birds that day 
 more cheerfully will sing,
 Fa la la la la la.