Wolcensmen - 'Neath a Wreath of Firs lyrics

Held in slumbre, By erthe and root he is bound. Restinge under, A wreath of firs all around. Dawnliht breaking, The sunne has risen anewe. Birdsong wakinge, To stand with all of his theow. Heave and ho, How his fete are rooted in ston. Heigh and lohe, Go the stepes that rattle his bones. Man and dere, Twinkle in a blynk of his eye. Winteres wend, And a good kyngesrip goes awry.