Winter doth come at the close of the year,
And the birds fly away.
The earth is asleep
Whilst the air doth weep snowflakes all the year.
Wise men tell us in their wisdom:
"Birds bid us goodbye.
Frighten’d by the stormy weather
And the wintry sky."

Birds fly away at the close of the year.
And then winter appears.
The earth is alone
Now the birds are flown, hence her tears.
Thus the poet tells the story:
"Winter is the sigh
Of the earth left sad and dreary.
At the birds’ goodbye."