Autumn is a very foggy time.

1. The weather is autumn, very foggy, ; I should plow, my dove, ; But my plow is scattered, ; Where can I gather it, my dove. ; ; 2. My plowshares are at the blacksmith, ; I grind at the threshing floor, ; I have no seed in the sack, ; They have all taken it away in debt. ; ; 3. There is no roof on my house, ; Not a single bird is perched, ; I have six oxen for the market, ; The price goes into someone else's pocket. ; ; 4. My farmer is sad, ; His wife consoles him. ; Don't cry, don't cry, my dear, ; It will be better in the other world.