SEASONS
September's sky is blue and crisp
The Lake shines bright with soothing mist
A soft goodbye floats from my lips
To seasons moving on
The Lake shines bright with soothing mist
A soft goodbye floats from my lips
To seasons moving on
Though there shall be more years to pass
For which the joy will alway last
And my dear friends will join enmasse
Making way for passage gone
Her eyes are wide, though somewhat worn
Her jaw is squared and mettle strong
She's just begun to hear her song
Of seasons moving on
No longer needing arms of mine
Her life begins for her to find
Keep her strong and safe to thine
Own self of truths be known
September's sky is bright and blue
The glaze of life has cast it's hue
I'm glad you let me share the view
Of Seasons moving on
