The trees of summer fade away,
Their songs whisper upon the air,

Nations withering under occupation,
The lust grows for the earth's lifeblood,

There is no profit in war and invasion,
Only loss, deep and heavy,

Remember this, O Man,  
The seasons of existence are a circle,

The touch of life is light itself,
These bare branches will blossom again,

The Beloved's kingdom will glitter and pulse,
And the light will glow across us all.