Oh, she will bring the buds in the springAnd laugh among the flowersIn summer's heat her kisses are sweetShe sings in leafy bowersShe cuts the cane and gathers the grainWhen leaves of fall surround herHer bones grow old in wintry coldShe wraps her cloak around her.
'Oi, 'e 'omi ia 'a e moto 'i he taimi kamata ke moto mo matalaPea kata ia 'i he matalai'akau'I he mafana 'o e taimi mafana, 'oku melie hono 'umaHiva ia 'i he ngapulopulou fakalou'akauTofi ia he kofe pea tanaki 'a e tengaKapau 'e 'alu takatakai holo he lou'akau 'o e taimi fakatolau 'iate ia'E tupu motu'a hono hui 'i he taimi momokoKofu hono pulupulu kiate ia.