Fresenhof [English translation]

When the wind blows through the trees

And the grass no longer grows

And everything turns yellow, then soon the time is coming

When the storms are driving across the fields

Where there has long been no grain left standing

And everything became flour, then the time is nearly there

That the days will become shorter, and the nights, they’ll last a long time

And the neighbour’s children will become afraid of the dark

When the rain drips from the thatched roof

And my son walks more rapidly outside

Because otherwise he’ll get wet; and inside, the cat is purring

When the wind turns, and blows from the north

And rain beats against the windowpane

And runs down the glass, then I feel good.

When the fire burns in the fireplace

And everyone calls you by your first name,

Because he knows you: Then our house is full

Because the neighbours also don’t like to be alone at this time of year

And when you’re enjoying a hot toddy around the fire,

then the weather becomes nice again!

When the leaves turn brown

And the water is standing in the ditches

Then it’s autumn on our Frisian farm!