Fields of golden corn,
Sway gently in the breeze,
Footpaths well worn,
Copper coloured leaves,
Blackberries rich and ripe,
Swallows flying away,
Longer the nights,
Cooler, the days.
Seasons come and seasons go,
Summer sun and winter snow,
Autumn fruits, joys of spring,
Makes the world a precious thing.
A blanket of snow,
Glistening so white,
Streams that don't flow,
Frozen, the night,
Naked, the trees,
Awaiting the dawn,
The cold winter freeze,
Leaves nothing to warm.
Seasons come and seasons go,
Rivers freeze and rivers flow,
Sun it shines, rain, it falls,
We build our bridges, build our walls.
Daffodils and bluebells,
Lambs shaky on their feet,
Spring watered wells,
Where the two rivers meet,
Birds building nests,
Singing for a mate,
No time to rest,
No time to wait.
Seasons come and seasons go,
All things die and all things grow,
Each and all and everything,
Makes the world worth living in.
Searing heat, summer sun,
Flowers on display,
Kids are playing, having fun,
And the farmer's making hay,
Butterfly wings are bright,
Colours, deep and strong,
The honey bee is in flight,
And the days are very long.
Seasons come and seasons go,
Reaching high and reaching low,
Filling each and every space,
Makes the world a special place.
Gini.
Sway gently in the breeze,
Footpaths well worn,
Copper coloured leaves,
Blackberries rich and ripe,
Swallows flying away,
Longer the nights,
Cooler, the days.
Seasons come and seasons go,
Summer sun and winter snow,
Autumn fruits, joys of spring,
Makes the world a precious thing.
A blanket of snow,
Glistening so white,
Streams that don't flow,
Frozen, the night,
Naked, the trees,
Awaiting the dawn,
The cold winter freeze,
Leaves nothing to warm.
Seasons come and seasons go,
Rivers freeze and rivers flow,
Sun it shines, rain, it falls,
We build our bridges, build our walls.
Daffodils and bluebells,
Lambs shaky on their feet,
Spring watered wells,
Where the two rivers meet,
Birds building nests,
Singing for a mate,
No time to rest,
No time to wait.
Seasons come and seasons go,
All things die and all things grow,
Each and all and everything,
Makes the world worth living in.
Searing heat, summer sun,
Flowers on display,
Kids are playing, having fun,
And the farmer's making hay,
Butterfly wings are bright,
Colours, deep and strong,
The honey bee is in flight,
And the days are very long.
Seasons come and seasons go,
Reaching high and reaching low,
Filling each and every space,
Makes the world a special place.
Gini.