Seasons to seasons
Philip shibata
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
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
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