Autumn song

Oh, how soon the cycle ends,

Spring turns into wintertime!

Oh how soon all happiness

Turns to sad silence!

The last sounds soon fade!

The last songbirds are soon flown!

The last green is soon gone!

They all want to return home!

Oh, how soon the cycle ends,

Merriness turns to longing sorrow.

Were you a dream, you thoughts of love?

Sweet as spring and fast disappearing?

Only one thing will never wane:

The longing that never goes.

Ah, how soon the cycle ends!

Oh how soon all happiness

Turns to sad silence!