Jonathan Thompson - Seasons Lyrics
I’m walking across stubble, it’s wet on the groundAnother year over and there’s no one aroundA crow cries above me a shot from a farA northeast wind blows howling like a carI’m thinking how I miss you, I’m thinking how you lookA black dog bounds forward then into the brookUp over the meadow chasing it’s tailThe old man is tiring and he’s looking pailThe seasons they come the seasons they goThe vigour of youth the wisdom of oldThe seasons they come the seasons they goThe rotation of time the story is toldThe passing of strangers I see a lady at restShe’s feeding her baby with her snow white breastNo time for talking I‘m feeling a chillMy journey’s not over no time to killI ‘m thinking I’ll be home soon thinking how you areThe rain clouds start falling and the sky’s getting darkStorm clouds come quickly I look for some shadeA jogger bounces passed me and into the glade