High wind blows Thoughts are swirling up through the air Then they're falling down like leaves Mist in the early morn' Ravens and crows awake By the water gray they stay Wind (ooh, ooh) howls when we leave (ooh, ooh) (Ooh) leave the island behind with its fall sounds But next year, when the cold water breaks, I will be here again Flag down one more voice Cranes flying south (doo-doo, doo-doo) Everything gets ready for the sleep Ripe fruits falling down (down) Its fall How am I supposed (doo-doo, doo-doo) to hold you through the coldest time When you're not around me? Mm-mm I'll miss when I leave (ooh, ooh) ooh (Ooh) leave your farm and the dirty ground now behind (ooh) me But next year, when the trees are in bloom, we will be here again To contemplate what may come To contemplate what, what was Contemplate ♪ Ooh, ooh Ooh, mm Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh