Oh, seasons come and seasons go,
Spring's rain and Winter's snow,
follow the clouds where e're the roam,
I am a wandering hare.
Summer's warming sun and Autumn's falling leaves,
South, West, North, East,
may my roamings never cease
for I'm a wandering hare.
Through light of day and dark of night,
suffer what I might,
I'll never stop, aye, that's right,
for I'm a wandering hare!