Sing a song of Spring-time, br The world is going round, br Blown by the south wind: br Listen to its sound. br 'Gurgle' goes the mill-wheel, br 'Cluck' clucks the hen; br And it's O for a pretty girl br To kiss in the glen. br br Sing a song of Summer, br The world is nearly still, br The mill-pond has gone to sleep, br And so has the mill. br Shall we go a-sailing, br Or shall we take a ride, br Or dream the afternoon away br Here, side by side? br br Sing a song of Autumn, br The world is going back; br They glean in the corn-field, br And stamp on the stack. br Our boy, Charlie, br Tall, strong, and light: br He shoots all the day br And dances all the night. br br Sing a song of Winter, br The world stops dead; br Under snowy coverlid br Flowers lie abed. br There's hunting for the young ones br And wine for the old, br And a sexton in the churchyard br Digging in the cold.