Lord's Bransle Lyrics

Oh he will call the leaves in the fall
To dance their colors brightly
When warmth is lost he paints with frost
His silver touches lightlyPagan Songs and Chants - Lord's Bransle - http://motolyrics.com/pagan-songs-and-chants/lords-bransle-lyrics.html
He greets the day of the dance of May
With ribbons wound around him
He offers corn and drink from his horn
The earth is bare without him.