Autumn: 

Summertime has turned the starwheel,
Autumn is upon us.
Sweet the angling sun,
Sweet upon the air
The smell of blue mist rising.
Summertime has turned the starwheel,
Autumn is upon us.
Glorious the trees,
Glorious the sight of rust leaves falling, falling.
Summertime has turned the starwheel,
Autumn is upon us.

Winter: 

Autumn cold has turned the starwheel,
Winter is upon us.
Grey the windy storms,
Cold upon our cheeks
The wet rain glistens, glistens,
Autumn cold has turned the starwheel,
Winter is upon us,
Leaping is the fire, golden in the glass
The cider glows like amber.
Autumn cold has turned the starwheel,
Winter is upon us.

Spring:

Winter rains have turned the starwheel,
Springtime is upon us.
Sharp the smell of loam,
Bursting in our eyes
The turrets of the tulip.
Winter rains have turned the starwheel,
Springtime is upon us.
Greening is the grass, Soft upon our brows
The sunlight warm caresses.
Winter rains have turned the starwheel,
Springtime is upon us.

Summer:

Vernal clouds have turned the starwheel,
Summer is upon upon us.
Gliding are the hawks,
Hovering above the hot and yellow hillside.
Vernal clouds have turned the starwheel,
Summer is upon upon us.
Crickets in the night,
Chirping in our ears
The sound of moonlit music
Vernal clouds have turned the starwheel,
Summer is upon upon us