Classic Poem

Down in the forest there stands a hall
The bells of Paradise, I heard them ring
Is covered all over with purple so tall
And I love my Lord Jesus above anything.

In that high hall there stands a bed,
Is covered all over with scarlet and red.

All in that bed there lies a knight,
Whose wounds they do bleed with main and with might.

And under that bed there runs a flood,
The one half runs water, the other runs blood.

And at the foot's bed there lies a hound
A-licking the blood as it daily runs down.

All at the bed's head there flowers a thorn
Which never so blossomed since Jesus was born.