Oh, 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 fruits of fall surround Her.
Her bones grow old in wintery cold,
She draws Her cloak around Her.
--Glenn Turner and Hope Athearn, 1969
I am rather disappointed that the lyrics were written in 1969, but I still love them!