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.