Feasts of harvest held Midsummer sun done her spell The crow sings his song Quite ruggedly, slightly out of key The swallow flies on But the Northman only waits
Staring calmly, silently and thoughtfully As the rising north wind cunningly invades
Soon the leaves will fall again And be gone just like her smile Hearts can turn with the autumn winds And the winds sometimes feel vile
Last warm rays absorbed The mist soon whispers its lore Now wait for the cold Be prepared for the falling Of the new winter's snow And the changes that will come
Then I'll hold on to the memory It was you and me That I felt on those nights so vividly
The time for a feast will soon be around Join, ye lads, and make a sound A sound of joy in the winter's embrace With laughter the longing Now be replaced With laughter the longing Now be replaced With laughter the longing Now be replaced