And, she will bring the buds in the spring
And Dance among the flowers
In summer's heat her kisses are sweet
She sings in leafy bowers
She cuts the cane and gathers the grain
When leaves of fall surround her
Her bones grow old in wintry cold
She wraps her cloak around her.
For He will call the leaves in the fall,
to fly their colors brightly;
When heat is lost, he paints with frost,
His silver touches lightly.
He greets the day in the dance of May,
with ribbons around about him;
We eat the corn and drink from his horn,
We would not be without him.
And, she will bring the buds in the spring
And Dance among the flowers
In summer's heat her kisses are sweet
She sings in leafy bowers
She cuts the cane and gathers the grain
When leaves of fall surround her
Her bones grow old in wintry cold
She wraps her cloak around her.
For He will call the leaves in the fall,
to fly their colors brightly;
When heat is lost, he paints with frost,
His silver touches lightly.
He greets the day in the dance of May,
with ribbons around about him;
We eat the corn and drink from his horn,
We would not be without him.

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