The summer is a fading memory
The harvest has been taken inside
And everything that was born in spring
Has either taken root or has died
Come summer everyone gets out of school
And reason takes a holiday
But I am not deceived under the falling leaves
I know that I must be on my way
I must be on my way
To Martinmas, between two worlds
Departing to become something that I cannot know
Til I have entered from where I am
Between two worlds, where I am
Here between two worlds
So many things once dear to me
Now only appear to me
As ghostly shadows in the nights
That scare me so
And take so soon the fading light
The autumn sun is low in the sky
As if to leave room for my imagination to fly high
But how much sorrow can I defy?
The summer is a fading memory
The harvest has been taken inside
And everything that was born in spring
Has either taken root or has died
And all that I have been must die
At Martinmas, between two worlds
Departing to become something that I cannot know
Til I have entered from where I am
Between two worlds, where I am
Here between two worlds