Winter O (Мэриел из Рэдволла)

The winter O, the winter O,
With cold and dark and driving snow,
O not for me the winter O,
My friend I tell you so.

In spring the winds do sport and play,
And rain can teem down anyday,
While autumn oft is misty gray,
My friend hear what I say.

When summer sunlight comes each morn,
The birds sing sweet each golden dawn,
And flow'rs get kissed by every bee,
While shady stands the tree.

The summer O, the summer O,
Amid its golden peace I go,
From noon to lazy evening glow.
My friend I told you so.