Cprpus Christi Carol - Barbara Dickson

Lullay, lullay, lullay lullay

The falcon hath born my make away

He bare him up, he bare him down

He bare him into an orchard brown

In that orchard there was a hall

That was hanged with gold and pall

And in that hall there was a bed

It was hanged with gold so red

And in that bed there lyeth a knight

His wounds bleeding day and night

By that bedside kneeleth a may

And she weepeth both night and day

And by that bedside there standeth a stone

Corpus Christie written thereon

Corpus Christie written thereon

Lullay, lullay, lullay lullay

The falcon hath born my make away

Lullay, lullay, lullay lullay

The falcon hath born my make away

Lullay, lullay, lullay lullay

The falcon hath born my make away

Lullay, lullay, lullay lullay

The falcon hath born my make away