Summer's End

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