Something told the wild geese it was time to go Though the fields lay golden something whisperd snow (whisperd snow) Leaves were green and stiring Berries luster glossed But beneath warm feathers something cautioned something cautioned frost (All) All the sagging orchards (Stea) Steamed with amber spice But each wild breast stiffened at rememberd Ice Something told the wild geese it was time to fly Summer sun was on their wings Winter, winter, winter in their cry