Jump high again, take the winter stars.
So near they are, the winter stars.
Bend low again, take the summer stars.
So far they are, the summer stars.
So near they are, the winter stars.
Ten long-armed men, stacked into a stick,
take the moon, take the stars.
Pick off what they want from the sky.
Do they want a star? Or the moon?
So near, so near they are.
Your finger can hook down the stars.
Jump high again, take the summer stars.
So near you are, the summer stars.
Bend low again, take the winter stars.
So near you are, the winter stars.
Winter stars on the ground, summer stars up in the sky.
Half a year leaves go now, wait for the next half of the year.
The next half of the year, the stars came again.
Summer stars on the ground, winter stars up in the sky.
Pick the summer stars or winter stars no matter which month it is.
A long-armed man by himself can pick the stars.
Did his arm grew longer?
No, it is happening because of how old he is.