Rose hip November Autumn I'll remember Gold landing at our door, catch one leaf and fortune will surround you evermore Pine tree very tall, waiting for snow to fall Mist hangs very still, caught by dawn in castle moats around the sleeping hill Now a pipe is heard happy is the shepherd Shepherdess and dog, father of the pastureland and mother of the flock Rosehip November Autumn I'll remember Gold landing at our door, catch one leaf and fortune will surround you evermore Evermore Evermore