I sing of a maiden
That is makèles
King of all kings
To her son she ches
He came al so stille
There his moder was
As dew in Aprille
That falleth on the grass
He came al so stille
To his moder's bour
As dew in Aprille
That falleth on the flour
He came al so stille
There his moder lay
As dew in Aprille
That falleth on the spray
Moder and mayden
Was never none but she
Well may such a lady
Goddes moder be