the autumn wind blows open the gate,
saint michael it is for you we wait.
we follow you, please show us the way...
with joy we greet this autumn day.
oh saint michael, god's great knight...
strong and pure and shining bright.
i'll be a knight of michael, too...
and polish my crown to a golden hue.
and ask the gnomes to iron the mine,
iron from the stars and the earth so fine.
to bring to the blacksmith, who with his might...
will make me a sword, so strong and bright.
i'll polish by sword so fine and bright,
and i will use it for the right.
drive evil away, i will try
and protect those who are weaker than i.