Rose hip November, autumn I'll remember 
Gold landing at our door 
Catch one leaf and fortune will surround you evermore 
Pine tree very tall, waiting for snow to fall 
Mist hangs very still 
Caught by dawn in castle moats around the sleeping hill 
Now a pipe is heard happy is the shepherd 
Shepherdess and dog 
Father of the pastureland and mother of the flock 
Rosehip November, autumn I'll remember 
Gold landing at our door 
Catch one Leif and fortune will surround you 
Evermore 
Evermore 
Evermore