When the wind blows through the trees
And grass does not grow anymore
And already becomes yellow, then the time will come soon.
When the storm goes over the field
Where for a long time no grains were standing anymore
And the flour gets empty, then the time comes soon.
That the day gets shorter and the night lasts long,
And the neighbors children, they get afraid in the dark.
When the rain drops from the thatched roof
My son runs faster outside,
Otherwise he gets wet, then the cat purrs inside (the house).
When the wind turns, from the north blows,
And rain hits against the windows,
Runs down the windowpane, then I feel good.
When the fire burns in the fire place,
And everyone calls you by your first name,
Because he knows you, then our house is full.
Because the neighbors also don't like to be alone in this time,
And with tea punch at the fire the weather gets nice again.
When the leaves color themselves brown,
And water stands in the ditch,
Then it will be autumn, on our frisian farmyard.
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