As the days get shorter,
The autumn takes our leaves away.
As the night grows longer,
The winter comes to stay.
The skies they go grey,
Streaked by purple, red and orange.
The sun bows and says its goodbye,
“Glory, Glory, Glory”,
Echoes into the darkness.
But with the cold comes purpose,
Let the fields sleep for a while.
Look up my love,
It’s snowing!