Seasons Come, Seasons Go - Bobbie Gentry

Dogwood blossoms float against

The ice encrusted creek bank

A tender blade of new green grass

Is bravely pushing upward through the melting snow

The Spring breathes ruffles through my hair

And whispers softly everywhere

Telling secrets in my eyes

Search the countryside for your hello The seasons come, the seasons go

Lightning darts among the pines

Caught in a summer rainstorm

Soaking wet I look upon the new plowed earth

With rivulets between each row

I almost feel you next to me

And it stirs a memory

That hangs suspended with a sigh

And gently weaves its way through my bedroom window The seasons come,

the seasons go See the grain lay scattered

In a trail that leads to nowhere

The rustling leaves beneath my feet

Swirl in a colorful kaleidoscope

A thousand spans of outstretched wings

Circle briefly, hovering

And the swiftly fly away

Leaving me to stay and face December snow The seasons come, the seasons go Ice

encases blades of grass

Encouraging the wind to pass

And in the frosty morning sun

A field of diamonds beckon, waving to and fro

I stare into the fire a while

Think of you, my love, and smile

Wishing you were here with me

Sharing the security I know The seasons come, the seasons go