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Iâm walking across stubble, itâs wet on the ground
Another year over and thereâs no one around
A crow cries above me a shot from a far
A northeast wind blows howling like a car
Iâm thinking how I miss you, Iâm thinking how you look
A black dog bounds forward then into the brook
Up over the meadow chasing itâs tail
The old man is tiring and heâs looking pail
The seasons they come the seasons they go
The vigour of youth the wisdom of old
The seasons they come the seasons they go
The rotation of time the story is told
The passing of strangers I see a lady at rest
Sheâs feeding her baby with her snow white breast
No time for talking Iâm feeling a chill
My journeyâs not over no time to kill
I âm thinking Iâll be home soon thinking how you are
The rain clouds start falling and the skyâs getting dark
Storm clouds come quickly I look for some shade
A jogger bounces passed me and into the glade
- Album:
- Our Town
- Songs of Rapture