The Four Strings of Mourning

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 every day

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 not why they sing so

so go they sorrow's friends

I know not where they do go

One comes with autumn's rain

and sings a song of mourning

one sets the spring aflame

and sings a song of mourning

Spnning around in circles every day

spinning around and finding no new way

Spinning around, spinning around they say

I wish they all could go away