Green September
Burned to October brown
Bare November
Led to December’s frozen ground

The seasons stumbled round
Our drifting lives are bound
To a falling crescent noon

Feather clouds cry
A vale of tears to earth
Morning breaks and
No one sees a quiet mountain bird

Dressed in a brand new day
The sun is on its way
To a falling crescent noon

In a fairy tale forest
Les one
Answer that is waiting to be heard

You and I were
Born like the breaking day
All our seasons
All our green Septembers burn away

Slowly we’ll fade into
The sea of midnight blue
And a falling crescent noon

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