| Winterfylleth Lyrics: S. Manteuffel Fog rises up from the mire As a stifling thick veil of death To choke the great wheel of fire Fading out in the west The leaves are dancing unbound A twisting and turning turmoil Falling down to the ground Returning to the wet soil Bare branches swing high and low A joyful dance to pretend The chilling winds fiercely blow To sing the evening’s lament The leaves that tumble down Gentle, rustling, soft – and brown The leaves that tumble down They cover it all – gentle and brown The chirping of birds has yet died Fled from Zephyrus’ strain Fled from the shades of the night Fled from the upcoming rain Moist earth and withering grass Serve as a bed of decay For summer’s beautiful mass To take life’s burden away It is a requiem for the days that have passed For the abundance of life In beauty that will never last Presented in the colours of strife The leaves that tumble down They cover it all – gentle and brown The leaves cover it all Gentle – and brown |