From darkness into light, enter morning after night
Sunshine in September before the autumn rains
Dark times may develop through the daytime
Without good posture, their goes the cloak of pain
In the forest of the mighty oak we care
Beware those heavy raindrops
The loafer or the lugubrious
He lies there in his lair
Think back on the pagan years
To the minstrels and the roustabouts
To the dark days of late summer
Before the winter fights we fear
From light into darkness enters evening after noon
Dark time back in grey September
When, just as before my silver moon
Now in gloom she entered my sitting room
Dark time, not now though for to remember
Always and forever to lend her
That the light shall rise again from the embers
Of that long and cold December