Some tales say morrow knows
I know not why they say so
Some go where sorrow goes
I know not where they do go
One comes with winter’s wind
To tell a tale of mourning
One free as summer’s sin
To tell a tale of mourning
Spinning around in circles every day (spinning around in circles)
Spinning around and finding no new way
Spinning around, spinning around they say
I wish them all dead anyway
So sing the poets then
I know not why they sing so
So go they sorrow’s friends
I know not where they do go
One comes with autumn’s rain
And sings a song of mourning
One sets the spring aflame
And sings a song of mourning
Spinning around in circles every day,
spinning around and finding no new way
Spinning around, spinning around they say,
I wish they all could go away
