The Four Strings Of Mourning

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 now why they sing so, So go they sorrow's friends, I know now 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