John Rutter - Skylark | Lyrics
Skylark, have you anything to say to me? Won’t you tell me where my love can be? Is there a meadow in the mist Where someone’s waiting to be kissed? Skylark, have you seen a
John Rutter - It was a lover and his lass | Lyrics
T was a lover and his lass With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino That o’er the green cornfield did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time When birds do sing, hey ding
John Rutter - Come live with me | Lyrics
Come live with me, and be my love And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales and fields And all the craggy mountains yields If all the world and love
John Rutter - When daisies pied | Lyrics
When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight The cuckoo then, on every tree Mocks
John Rutter - My true love hath my heart | Lyrics
My true love hath my heart, and I have his By just exchange one for the other given: I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss; There never was a better bargain driven His heart in
John Rutter - Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind | Lyrics
Blow, blow thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen Because thou art not seen Although thy breath be rude Heigh ho!
John Rutter - I Will Sing With The Spirit | Lyrics
Will sing with the spirit I will sing with the spirit Halleluja, halleluja Halleluja, halleluja Halleluja Halleluja Halleluja Halleluja I will sing with
John Rutter - Open Thou Mine Eyes | Lyrics
Open thou mine eyes and I shall see: Incline my heart and I shall desire: Order my steps and I shall walk In the ways of thy commandments O Lord God, be thou to me a God
John Rutter - Tomorrow Shall Be My Dancing Day | Lyrics
Tomorrow shall be my dancing day I would my true love did so chance To see the legend of my play To call my true love to my dance Sing "oh, my love" "Oh my
John Rutter - Of a Rose, a Lovely Rose | Lyrics
Of a Rose, a lovely Rose Of a Rose is all my song Hearken to me both old and young How this Rose began to spring; A fairer rose to mine liking In all this world ne know I