Seasons
From Seasons of a Man, Steve and Annie Chapman
I am the springtime, when everything seems so fine. I am the summer. When the days are warm and longer. And I am the autumn days. When changes come so many ways. I am the winter. When days are cold and bitter. But I'll see springtime in heaven, and it will last forever.
Whether rain or sunshine, you will find me playing.
Days full of pretending.
When a dime is a lot to be spending.
A time when life is beginning.
I am the springtime.
When the call comes to wander, but I can't go far from home.
When the girls become a mystery.
When you're barely passing history.
And thinking old is when you're thirty.
I am the summer.
Looking back I stand amazed that time has gone so quickly.
When love is more than feelings.
It's fixing bikes and painting ceilings.
It's when you feel a cold wind coming.
I am the autumn days.
And the days I can remember number more than the days to come.
When you ride, instead of walking.
When you barely hear the talking.
And goodbyes are said too often.
