Some tales say morrow knows   I know not why they say so   some go where sorrow goes   I know not where they do go      One comes with winter's wind   to tell a tale of mourning   one free as summer's sin   to tell a tale of mourning      Spinning around in circles every day   spinning around and finding no new way   Spinning around, spinning around they say   I wish them all dead anyway      So sing the poets then   I know not why they sing so   so go they sorrow's friends   I know not where they do go      One comes with autumn's rain   and sings a song of mourning   one sets the spring aflame   and sings a song of mourning      Spnning around in circles every day   spinning around and finding no new way   Spinning around, spinning around they say   I wish they all could go away