Corpus Christi Carol
Down in yon forest there stands a hall,
The bells of Paradise I heard them ring;
It's covered all over with purple so tall
And I love my Lord Jesus above any thing.
In that hall there stands a bed,
It's covered all over with scarlet so red.
At the bedside there lies a stone
Which the sweet Virgin Mary knelt upon.
Under that bed there runs a river
The one hald runs water, the other runs blood.
At the foot of the bed there grows a thorn
Which ever blows blossom sinc He was born.
Over that bed the moon shines bright,
Denoting our Saviour was born this night.
From Lloyd, Folk Song in England
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Corpus Christi Carol
Down in yon forest there stands a hall,
The bells of Paradise I heard them ring;
It's covered all over with purple so tall
And I love my Lord Jesus above any thing.
In that hall there stands a bed,
It's covered all over with scarlet so red.
At the bedside there lies a stone
Which the sweet Virgin Mary knelt upon.
Under that bed there runs a river
The one hald runs water, the other runs blood.
At the foot of the bed there grows a thorn
Which ever blows blossom sinc He was born.
Over that bed the moon shines bright,
Denoting our Saviour was born this night.
From Lloyd, Folk Song in England
filename[ CORPCHRI
play.exe CORPCHRI
RG
===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
Down in yon forest there stands a hall,
The bells of Paradise I heard them ring;
It's covered all over with purple so tall
And I love my Lord Jesus above any thing.
In that hall there stands a bed,
It's covered all over with scarlet so red.
At the bedside there lies a stone
Which the sweet Virgin Mary knelt upon.
Under that bed there runs a river
The one hald runs water, the other runs blood.
At the foot of the bed there grows a thorn
Which ever blows blossom sinc He was born.
Over that bed the moon shines bright,
Denoting our Saviour was born this night.
From Lloyd, Folk Song in England
filename[ CORPCHRI
play.exe CORPCHRI
RG
===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===