December has long lost its member

And January days froze still right beside him

Many water has covered the sky

Cold weather long surrendered to frost

Do not despair oh my friend

For liquor we have in abundance

And some bottles of wine we can spare

So come sit with us by the fire

Just bring your tin cup

And a handful of twigs

We'll party together until next October

Or at least until March has left us with April

For to see the new twigs we await  

And to gaze hills turned green we are gathered