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 everyday  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 now why they sing so  So go they sorrow's friends  I know now where they do go    One comes with autumn's rain  And sing the song of mourning  One sets the spring aflame  And sing the song of mourning