Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Orlando Gibbons
Now each flowery bank of May
Woos the streams that glide away
Mountains fanned by a sweet gale
Loves the humble-looking dale
Winds the loved leaves do kiss
Each thing tasteth of love's bliss
Only I, though blest I be
To be loved by destiny
Love confessed by her sweet breath
Whose love is life, whose hate is death
Now each flowery bank of May was written by Orlando Gibbons.