Rose hip November, autumn I'll remember
Gold landing at our door, catch one leaf and fortune will surround you evermore
Pine tree very tall, waiting for snow to fall
Mist hangs very still, caught by dawn in castle moats around the sleeping hill
Now a pipe is heard happy is the shepherd
Shepherdess and dog, father of the pastureland and mother of the flock
Rose hip November, autumn I'll remember
Gold landing at our door, catch one Leif and fortune will surround you
Evermore
Evermore
Evermore