Found my words - it's amazing how things change when they cross the pond and come back again ( probably a number of times )
At Christmas time we have the carols
Sung to God on high
Then at New Year comes the Wassail
Master and Mistress give to I
Turn, Turn, ye seasons turn
Summer dies and Autumn follows
Turn, Turn, ye seasons turn
And Spring comes after Winter
Easter is the time of Devotion
For he who died upon the Cross
May-day is a time of Celebration
Wey, Hey, get along - dance Old Oss
Summer is the season of growing
Green fields turn to gold in the sun
Autumn is the time of the Harvest
Songs and praise when the work is done
October brings the eve of All Hallows
When those that are gone do walk the earth
Then once again its around to Christmas
Praise and song for the Virgin's birth
There is a song for every season
Sing it from your heart
There is none without a reason
Each one plays his part