Season

 1 Spring|      breeze caressed the barren fields ~And coaxed each blade and
 2 Spring|        or crest; ~Though in the fields they found but little sustenance, ~
 3 Spring|         with sweet song; ~Green fields and meadows rang with mingling
 4 Spring|       well set to cultivate our fields,~You, too, resort to your
 5 Spring|      too ~Find bleak and barren fields, with naught on which to
 6 Spring|         He sent out to roam the fields and meads, ~Or to pule,
 7 Spring|     needs?~While herding in his fields, were you not fed and clad?~
 8 Spring|       calves skip in the sunlit fields; ~Young lambs and suckling
 9 Spring|           Fail not to have your fields plowed up with proper care; ~
10 Summer|       called us together in the fields, ~Your care for us awakened
11 Summer|      dung. ~About the meads and fields we'll have to prattle, too. ~
12 Summer|       hay and store away!" ~The fields, like anthills, now began
13 Summer|      products of the soil. ~The fields have ripened now; the summer
14 Summer|      remains bescattered in the fields? ~O, what became of those
15 Summer|     crops still languish in the fields; ~The weather beaten hemp
16 Summer|         way we went to work the fields. ~Our sausages and pork,
17 Summer| cultivate your wealth-producing fields.~For now all that the orchards
18 Summer|          And, too, all that the fields raised through the summer
19 Autumn|       woods and scurried in the fields, ~All things that soared
20 Autumn|      more. ~Only the melancholy fields remain with us, ~But all
21 Autumn|         The gifts that the lush fields gave forth in joyous June,~
22 Autumn|      nay; too much in our green fields we bend our backs; ~Too
23 Autumn|       days sought refuge in the fields, ~Or made himself a sack
24 Winter|     breath enthralls the barren fields, ~How lowland, swamp, and
25 Winter|           And drove us from the fields into our cheerless homes ~
26 Winter|   beasts would have to roam the fields. ~That's why, my fellow-men,
27 Winter|        finds his food in sunlit fields and meads;~Each then is
28 Winter|       low, ~And that the barren fields can offer us no food. ~"
29 Winter| foretell. ~"And e'en the frozen fields, which we this summer plowed,~
30 Winter|     until that time -~Until the fields will give us something,
31 Winter|        days!~Ye, flowers of the fields withal alluring charms!~
32 Winter|     Easter we began to plow the fields,~And, working through the