Seasons to Seasons

I feel a breeze in the air of a sweet and soft despair

Reminding us the seasons we share, the seasons we share

I feel the cold beneath my feet as the night begins to creep

And takes its place for all to see, for all to see

Well there’d be seasons of growing

And seasons of renewing in my soul

So shake the leaves of red and yellow

And trust the life that follows me

So take all that is good, And all that it could be

And rest your head and fall asleep, and fall asleep

Hope of Spring within that cold could never win

The hope of life in paradise, life in paradise

Well there’d be seasons of growing

And seasons of renewing in my soul

So shake the leaves of red and yellow

And trust the life that follows me

Seasons to seasons, time after time

Living and laughing, dying and crying

Seasons to seasons, time after time

Living and laughing, dying and crying

Seasons to seasons, time after time

Living and laughing, dying and crying

Seasons to seasons, time after time

Living and laughing, dying and crying

Well there’d be seasons of growing

And seasons of renewing in my soul

So shake the leaves of red and yellow

And trust the life that follows me