A flock of mute swans Are singing their autumn hymn Carrying frost on their wings. Oslo is blue today and so are you. Dear, you should know That the winter time is short. The winter time is short The winter time is short Let's buy carnations and candles and white port, And try not to count the things we have lost. Let's try to rejoice! Try to rejoice In The Cool Fire of the Forest! If I close my eyes, I still hear the trill Of the meadowlarks flying high in March, And still feel the linen Of your white summer dress (The one you wore by the bonfire)... Oh, that floral dress Oh, that floral dress Let's buy carnations and candles and white port, And try not to count the things we have lost! Let's try to rejoice! Try to rejoice In The Cool Fire of the Forest! Let's try to rejoice! Try to rejoice! Try to rejoice! Try to rejoice! Try to rejoice In The Cool Fire of the Forest!