[WILBUR, spoken]
Charlotte, your children are safe

[CHARLOTTE, spoken]
I'm thinking of your life, Wilbur. Nothing can harm you now

(Sung)
The autumn days grow short and cold
It's Christmas time again
Then snows of winters slowly melt
The days grow short and then
He turns the seasons around
And so she changes her gown
Mother Earth and Father Time
How very special are we
For just a moment to be
Part of life's eternal rhyme