A Ceremony of Carols, Op. 28: As Dew in Aprille
Benjamin Britten
I sing of a maiden that is makèles:
King of all kings to her son she ches.
He came al so stille there his moder was,
As dew in Aprille that falleth on the grass.
He came also stille to his moder's bour,
As dew in Aprille that falleth on the flour.
He came also stille there his moder lay
As dew in Aprille that falleth on the spray.
Moder and mayden was never none but she:
Well may such a lady Goddes moder be.