Discovery, Op. 13: No. 1, Dreams Melting

Lully, lullay, lully, lullay

The falcon hath borne my make away

He bare him up, he bare him down

He bare him into an orchard brown

In the orchard there was a hole

That was hanged with purple and pole

And in that hole there was a bed

It was hanged with gold so red

And in that bed there lieth a knight

His wound is bleeding day and night

At that bed's foot there lieth a hound

Licking the blood as it runs down

By that bed's side there kneeleth a may

And she weepeth both night and day

And at that bed's head standeth a stone

Corpus Christi written thereon

Lully, lullay, lully, lullay

The falcon hath borne my make away