Time and time again the sad cry falls
It takes to winter's ear and whispers in it ever so clear
To put to rest this childish test
and wash thy sins off the apple crest.
Think pass the times of years gone old
As they crumble into today's gold
Seek the treasure the kings want not
and live the life of the common cheap child
To walk around with heavy heart
and dry the tear upon your cheek
is sole the glory of my victory