Prepare you sweet flowers, for winter advances And
drink well the sunlight that touches your form.
Draw strength from the earth and repay her with
beauty, For the dark days [bad word] , oh, and
they'll do you harm.

When the chill eastern winds replace summer
breezes, And the long summer days are remembered
no more, Then you'll know how it feels when a
woman's love changes, When at last she has told
you she loves you no more.

I saw her today, when she walked with her new
love, In all the fine places that we'd walked
before. They kissed by the rocks where she told me
she loved me, And soon she'll be using those same
words once more.

There's none that could blame me for wanting her
beauty, But it lies like a snowflake in the hands
of a child. When the warmth of my love tried to
reach out and hold her, It's then she was gone, to
prove she's still wild.