When the Winter will come to an end
And the Spring will reign in full force
Snow will thaw and fields will dress in green
And mighty northmen will launch their ships
When snowdrops will lose their bloom
And the Summer will come to it's rights
Crops be ripen and pastures be full
Drakkars will moor and northmen will strike
When will summer thunders die down
Thus heralding the coming of Fall
When will harvest be gathered in
Then tired northmen will return to their homes
