Fall

Cloud pillars clinging like vines to the sky

Don't cry

We'll walk down the meadow with sunrise inside

So dry your eyes

The winds of all kingdoms meet where we stand

The gray forest people cast off their old clothes

Good-bye

Everything's sleeping as winter draws near

So close your eyes

The mists of all twilights dance close at hand

The rust-coloured river is now slowing down

Going dry

Harvest has lifted the crown from the ground

But don't you cry

The song of the seasons brings life to the land