At the end of the year

 Corn Stalks fall at the end of the year

and the crown of thorns bleeds in the ear

And the Holy sworn are not here or near

As the corn stalks fall at the failure of the years

And the brown earth mourns

And the leaves they cheer, for the end of the earth

The end of the year

And they hunker in holes, and they hold us so near

Where the corn stalks fall at the end of the year

And the teeth they rot and they go back to the ground

And the farmer's lot is not to be found

And the crows in the cot, and doves make their sound

At the end of the year when the leaves all turn brown

When the leaves all turn brown

And the sloes do come out

And the black berry's crown and then they do shout

And the willows they whisper and the birches they breathe

And the wind is a lister of the hills on its knees

And the nettles they sang and they danced in the breeze

And its all going down like a ship on the seas

Where the leaves turn brown and they catch in the eaves

And the corn storks fall down with their ears and their sheaves

And are scattered to the floor where the Robins are thieves

And they glean and they go, in step and toe, 

finding what they can find and never know

And they haul all the ground, and hold up the snow

As the corn stalks turn brown at the end of the show

Yes, the year's closing down, and everything must go