Some tales say morrow knows I know not why they say so some go where sorrow goes I know not where they do go One comes with winter's wind to tell a tale of mourning one free as summer's sin to tell a tale of mourning Spinning around in circles every day spinning around and finding no new way Spinning around, spinning around they say I wish them all dead anyway So sing the poets then I know not why they sing so so go they sorrow's friends I know not where they do go One comes with autumn's rain and sings a song of mourning one sets the spring aflame and sings a song of mourning Spnning around in circles every day spinning around and finding no new way Spinning around, spinning around they say I wish they all could go away