When the Winter will come to an end And the Spring will reign in full force Snow will thaw and fields will dress in green And mighty northmen will launch their ships When snowdrops will lose their bloom And the Summer will come to it's rights Crops be ripen and pastures be full Drakkars will moor and northmen will strike When will summer thunders die down Thus heralding the coming of Fall When will harvest be gathered in Then tired northmen will return to their homes