Autumn came and flung the dreams of summer down the wind ,
The golden dreams , enchanted dreams , went sighing down
the wind ,
All through the haze of sullen days
Cold Winter paced and whined .
Where are the dreams ? What were the dreams ?
They came and now are gone .
We do not know , we cannot tell ;
Cruel Winter leapt , bright Summer fell .
Our dreams could not live on .
But Spring a hopeful promise kept ,
Wild Winter wounded lay
Gnawed the bones of dark despair
Deep in the dank and secret lair
Concealed from light of day .
Flowers danced the shimmering hills ,
A gentle loving rain
Awoke the Earth , each tender vine
Drank of the Sun , a sparkling wine
Our dreams would live again !