In the wintry winds that blow,
Round and round the starlings go,
The sky is grey and full of snow.
Winter ravels up the weave,
With hoar frost binds up all the leaves,
The sky is grey and summer grieves.
Frost bites hard, the year is done,
Long winter days are just begun,
The sky is grey without the sun.
And through the branches, sorrows sigh
For all the bright stars bound to die,
Cold the world and grey the sky.