corpus christi carol
jeff buckley
he bear her into an orchard ground
the falcon hath bourne my mate away
and in this orchard there was a hold
that was hanged with purple and gold
and in that hold there was a bed
and it was hanged with chords of red
the falcon hath bourne my mate away
and on this bed there lyeth a knight
his wound is bleeding day and night
by his bedside kneeleth a maid
and she weepeth both night and day
the falcon hath bourne my mate away
by his bedside standeth a stone
corpus christi written thereon