The days of freedom, I have never known
Days of reckless joy, breathless laughter is beyond me
Those summer days, carefree ways
What are they but words to me?
Something to long for, to earn from life
Caged, we see the winter moon
There is no spring to welcome the warmth
The yellow streak, the natural light
The hope it brings, the celebration of rich harvest.
Those summer days are always tomorrow
And today we face the snow.