Elizabethan
Chris Simpson
My lady is so fair
And bright the river flows
Beneath her window shows
A mirror for her face and for her hair
A mirror for her face and for her hair
If I had words to tell
A gallant lover then I would be
And offer on a bended knee
All that I am and serve her well
All that I am and serve her well
And when the soft wind blows
Reeds by the water mere
Turning their heads can hear
The sound of her voice where she goes
The sound of her voice where she goes
If I could make the gentle rain
Play music for her ears, to hear my name
My lady is so fair
And bright the river flows
Beneath her window shows
A mirror for her face and for her hair
A mirror for her face and for her hair