Laydies bryng your flowers faire Fresh as the morning dew Virgin white and through the night I will make sweet love to you The petals soon grow soft and fall Upon which we may rest With gentle sigh, I'll softly lie My head upon your breast And dreams like many wondrous flowers Will blossom from our sleep With steady arm from any harm My lady I will keep Through soft spring days and summer's haze I will be with thee 'til when The fall draws near, I disappear 'Til spring has come again Laydies bryng your flowers faire Fresh as the morning dew Virgin white and through the night I will make sweet love to you