The World Gates

Here they come, one by one.
Here they come: one, two
One by one: three, four.
They gather now
To make their vow & make their bow
First comes North, the arctic man
Next East and West, women from distant land
To bind the South and her wandering heart.
Their master is one
Answers to none.
They all come to be one
At their master's side.
Winds may change
The cold may fall
on one and all.
The gates still come.