Thomas Weelkes - Now is my Cloris fresh as May - текст песни (слова)

1. Now is my Cloris fresh as May,
  All clad in green and flowers gay:
  Fa la la.
  O, must I think August were near,
  That harvest joy might soon appear:
  Fa la la.
 
 2. But she keeps May throughout the year
  And August never comes the near:
  Fa la la.
  Yet I will hope, though she be May,
  August will come another day:
  Fa la la.