Artemisia - Lord's Bransle
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 lightly
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.
Kolekcje zawierające "Lord's Bransle"
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