Sweet mothering earth
We treat you much less
Than you are worth
We bully and torture
Take all your best
Now your seasons have turned
So off to your rest
Off now to slumber
Beneath sheets of white
We cannot stop you
You have the right
While with woodland folk
Your brown body lays dreaming
We will rest too
From out cutting and reaming
Give gifts from your bosom
Stamped with love brotherly
The one time of the year
We act with humanity
I will miss your beauty
But I am glad you will go
Would that I could sleep with you
Nestled beneath the snows
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