Lyrics All Turns to Yesterday - Mediæval Bæbes
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                wist, 
                                                sin 
                                                    I 
                                                couthe 
                                                meen
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                children 
                                                hath 
                                                by 
                                                candle 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                Her 
                                                shadewe 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                wal 
                                                iseen
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                ronne 
                                                therafter 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bisy 
                                                aboute 
                                                they 
                                                han 
                                                ben
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                catchen 
                                                it 
                                                with 
                                                all 
                                                here 
                                                might
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                whom 
                                                they 
                                                catchen 
                                                it 
                                                best 
                                                wolde 
                                                wene
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sannest 
                                                it 
                                                shet 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                her 
                                                sight
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                shadewe 
                                                catchen 
                                                they 
                                                ne 
                                                might
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                no 
                                                lines 
                                                that 
                                                they 
                                                couthe 
                                                lay
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                shadewe 
                                                    I 
                                                may 
                                                likne 
                                                aright
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                this 
                                                world 
                                                and 
                                                yesterday
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bisy 
                                                aboute 
                                                they 
                                                han 
                                                ben
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                catchen 
                                                it 
                                                with 
                                                all 
                                                here 
                                                might
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                whom 
                                                they 
                                                catchen 
                                                it 
                                                best 
                                                wolde 
                                                wene
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sannest 
                                                it 
                                                shet 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                her 
                                                sight
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                shadewe 
                                                catchen 
                                                they 
                                                ne 
                                                might
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                no 
                                                lines 
                                                that 
                                                they 
                                                couthe 
                                                lay
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                shadewe 
                                                    I 
                                                may 
                                                likne 
                                                aright
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                this 
                                                world 
                                                and 
                                                yesterday
 
                                    
                                
                                                ***
 
                                    
                                 
                            
                                Album
                                
Worldes Blysse                                
                                
                            
                        1 Ecce Mundi Gaudium
2 When Thy Turuf is Thy Tour
3 La Volta
4 Kinderly
5 All Turns to Yesterday
6 Love Me Broughte
7 Beatrice
8 Waylaway
9 Alba
10 Erthe Upon Erthe
11 Passing Thus Alone
12 Pearl
13 Swete Sone
14 So Spricht das Leben
15 C'est la Fin
16 How Death Comes
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