As a springe-wel under a thorn
There was bote of bale, a litel hire a thorn
There beside stant a maide, full of love ibounde
Whoso wol seche trewe love, in hir it shall be founde
Gaudete
Gaudete
Ecce Chorus Virginum
Sunrise
Coventry Carol
I am Eve
Salve Virgo Virginum
Ecce Mundi Gaudium
Alba
When The Turuf Is Thy Tour
Tam Lin
C'est La Fin
Passing Thus Alone
Behold Our Shadow
Yonder Lea
Lo, Here My Heart
C'est la fin
Maiden In The Mor Lay
Veni Coronaberis
There Is No Rose Of Swych Vertu