In winter,
when songs are gone
when the teeth are white gold,
We sing this song for your delight.
In Spring, when woods are getting green,
We'll try and tell you what we mean.
this root is dying to bring the new
inside your mouth, soon you´ll know!
What a busy joy !
In Summer, when the days are long,
Perhaps you'll understand the song.
To all the words that we can say
In the longest summer day.
but the days are so long, so long...
In Autumn, when the leaves are brown,
Take pen and ink, and write it down.
Just because the infant boy
Has a tiny tooth to show!
and no one cares for him at all
because he was so small
All moment in an endless one
when all our songs are gone
all white and all so small
We sing this song for our loved ones
Just because the infant boy
Has a tiny tooth to show!
He can say but half a word
In the longest summer day...
