Saturday, May 28, 2011

The woods are burgeoning

The noble woods are burgeoning
with flowers and leaves.
Where is the lover I knew? Ah!
He has ridden off!
Oh! Who will love me? Ah!

The woods are burgeoning all over,
I am pining for my lover.
The woods are turning green all over,
why is my lover away so long? Ah!
He has ridden off,
Oh woe, who will love me? Ah!

Carmina Burana