Miri It Is Lyrics

Merry it is while the summer lasts
With the song of birds
But now draws near the wind's blast
And strong weather
Alas, alas! how long this night is
And I, most unjustly
Sorrow and mourn and fast
Miri it is while sumer ilast
With fugheles song
Oc nu necheth windes blast
And weder strong
Ei, ei! What this nicht is long
And ich with wel michel wrong
Soregh and murne and fast