| 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 summer's gone | |
| We have to carry on | |
| Till we rise, I just can't wait | |
| Now tell me, who are you | |
| To judge my fate? | |
| Oh, the rain burns on | |
| Now that summer's gone | |
| Oh, the wind blows strong | |
| Now that summer's gone | |
| Across the fields we ran | |
| To emerald castles, banned | |
| By rule of modern man | |
| Who built a winterland | |
| Then as the seasons change | |
| He'll fly and hide away | |
| Above a cloud of words | |
| On wings of gold I heard | |
| We must rise, it's not too late | |
| Now tell me, who are you | |
| To change our fate? | |
| Oh, the rain burns on | |
| Now that summer's gone | |
| Oh, the wind blows strong | |
| Now that summer's gone |