Michaelmas

The autumn winds blow open the gate,
St. Michael for you we wait.
We follow you, show us the way,
With joy we greet this autumn day.
Good morning, good morning, good morning.
The silver rain, the shining sun,
the sands where wadi waters run,
the summer heat carried up and away,
with joy we greet this autumn day.
Good morning, good morning, good morning

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