When the clouds desert the sky,
when the rainbows lose their color,
when the snow falls warm and dry,
then will I love no more,
love no more.

When the birds refuse to fly,
when the streams restrain the salmon,
when the bees turn from the pollen,
then will I love no more,
love no more.

when the forest spurns the deer,
when the hare runs slow and solemn,
when the fox forsakes his lair,
then will I love no more,
love no more.

Winter fires burn fierce and bright,
wild the flames and leaping high,
embers glowing in the night,
and dying by the day.

Now the corn is young and green,
now the barley's madly dancing ...
Down the hillside burns are rushing ...
Surely I will love again,
love again.