Follow me on the new southern breeze
to the land where summer never sleeps.
Fields, green and posies a plenty,
dance under the stars and swear your fealty.
Follow me to a new stretch of grass with the
brightest sun you’ll ever see – happiness will always last!
Let’s ignore those golden leaves,
blowing in from the tops of trees.
Let’s pretend it’s not grown colder
year passes, making us older.
Let’s forget that this has happened before:
when Autumn flew in up from the North.