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 everyday 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 now why they sing so So go they sorrow's friends I know now where they do go One comes with autumn's rain And sing the song of mourning One sets the spring aflame And sing the song of mourning