It is my Wellbeloved's voice that soundeth in my ear. My heart hereat doth much rejoice to see him draw so near. See, O see, on yonder mountain top, on yon same hill so tall, how hitherward my love doth hop, My heart doth skip withall.
It is my Wellbeloved's voice that soundeth in my ear. My heart hereat doth much rejoice to see him draw so near. See, O see, on yonder mountain top, on yon same hill so tall, how hitherward my love doth hop, My heart doth skip withall.