The Winter Cows

So sing, so sing the winter cows

They lowly croak and no-one wonders where they are

Now they know

Just what will come remains a mystery to me

Now they know

Just what will come remains a mystery to me

To me

Remains a mystery

And when they come into our view they disappear like a lonely star

The winter cows are leaving now

The summer sun is burning their eyes

Their infant eyes

Burning their eyes

Their infant eyes

Burning their eyes