Oh he will call the leaves in the fallTo dance their colors brightlyWhen warmth is lost he paints with frostHis silver touches lightlyHe greets the day of the dance of MayWith ribbons wound around himHe offers corn and drink from his hornThe earth is bare without him.
'Oi, 'e ui ia 'a e lou'akau 'i he taimi fakatolauKe ta'olunga mo honau lanu ngingilaKapau 'oku mole he mafana, 'e vali ia mo e momokoKo hono 'ala nounou fakasilivaFetaulaki ia 'a e 'aho 'o e ta'olunga 'o MeMo e fakakaho takatakai holo 'iate iaFoaki ia koane mo e 'inu mei hono nifo'Ikai ke telefua 'a e Mamani 'iate ia.