Land with swollen cobs of maize, pastures of grass for cattle to graze. Many fruits hang on the trees, soon it's time to pick these. Summers gone and winters here, a lovely time of the year. It's time to make the winter feed, all the grass is going to seed. A special feeling fills the air, nothing's changed but something's there.
Evenings cooler all is still, morning have a fair old chill.
Frost in places on the ground, when you walk a crackling sound. Grass now turns to golden brown, leaves are falling all around. The dry season is here again, it's summer but without the rain. Crops are taken from the land, whirlwinds lifting up dry sand. Hot muggy nights throughout the land, how much more can we stand.