Her fingers feel the air The mantle now so bare From green then into brown Lie scattered all around We hope they will return Like those before did learn Now that their summers gone We have to carry on Till we rise, I just cant wait Now tell me, who are you To judge my fate? Oh, the rain burns on Now that summers gone Oh, the wind blows strong Now that summers gone Across the fields we ran To emerald castles, banned By rule of modern man Who built a winterland Then as the seasons change Hell fly and hide away Above a cloud of words On wings of gold I heard We must rise, its not too late Now tell me, who are you To change our fate? Oh, the rain burns on Now that summers gone Oh, the wind blows strong Now that summers gone
summer, gone, winterland, fate, blow