The Lady's Bransle

Oh She Will Bring The Buds In The Spring : And Laugh 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 Fruits Of Fall Surround Her
Her Bones Grow Old In Wintry Cold : She Wraps Her Cloak Around Her

Words by Hope, Music Traditional on the Songs for the Old Religion tape
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