The Four Seasons of Life

Oh those long cold nights of winter
Seem to be drawing in
A time to be spent, curled and folded
And passed in quiet hibernation
A time of peace-less rest,
And for leaving the fallow lands to lie
Time, oh time, didn't it go so fast
Once Spring was just around the corner
Then was the time for ploughing the land
And the time for setting the seed
For watching the shoot as it grew
Peeking out from the dark soil
Weak and albeit feeble
But still up it shot,
Without needing much irrigating
Summer soon comes a calling
Oh, those long golden days
Watch that plant as it grows
Taller and stronger, almost without any bidding.
Pushing its way into cracks and crevices
Without needing any persuading
Soon the crop will have ripened.
Reached it's full maturity,
with seed pods ready for bursting
If the corn has been cut with love and with patience
And the barn's full, then look for the door
As Autumn's the time to bring in the harvest

Chorus…

As the years pass everything changes
The winters get longer and longer
Spring seems somehow shorter than it was
Summers are not quite so hot, and shame, oh shame on it
They’re over before they’ve started
And Autumn, mores the pity, only comes once a year.