If I am dreaming, do not wake me
For here I have found happiness
Peace and calm, tranquility
A source I've found for all this
I've struggled long, and fed the lands
Throughout the growing season
With my own blood, with my own hands
I fought to keep my reason
When in my sorrow I felt drowned
Despaired though I had done my best
The Autumn Rain streamed softly down
Upon a beautiful harvest
