Where didst the lovely summer go?
Into the dark long passing.
Why now the green field palled with snow?
The grey clouds all amassing.
What for the springtime turned athwart?
The winter winds a’writhing.
What cut the flower’s beauty short?
The sharp cold quick a’scything.
Where went the Autumn’s golden hues?
In winter’s rapid whitening.
The autumn tree now all aflame?
Now struck by winter’s lightening.
But will this winter never end?
‘Tis you who can determine.
Can colour ere come back again?
You can decide for certain.
For sure that seasons fixed must be,
The sun that sets your heart is Thee.