The intense yellow sun was high in the sky. The fields were hot and the earth burned the feet of the men running in front of him – they wore no shoes and no one knew why.
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In the springtime, in the spring,
I sing to my lover
A sweet lullaby.
Oh, how I cry!
And oh, how I mourn!
I play and perform.
In the springtime, in the spring
I sing to her.
In the summer, in the heat,
I play with my lover
Games happy and gay,
Oh, how we play!
And oh, how we laugh!
I dance and I clap.
In the summertime, in the summer,
I play with her.
In the autumn, in the fall,
I lose my sweet lover
To the dark and the mist.
Oh, how she’s missed!
And oh, what I’ve lost,
The one I love most.
In the autumn, in the fall,
I’m lost without her.
In the winter, in the cold,
My lover comes home!
To my embracing hug.
Oh, how she's loved!
And oh, she is home!
I am not alone,
In the winter, in the cold
I’m home with her.