Season Cycle

Once again the leaves are falling

Softly sighing, summer's gone

Yet in this long life, the carpet weaving

Is fit for kings to walk upon

And in the cycle of the seasons

Nature's pop will fill your eyes

Each one saying as it passes

Fare thee well, but not goodbye

But slowly drifting, the woodland splendor

And autumn's moment is not to spoon

For sooner or later, all leaves and mortals

To their mother earth return

And in the cycle of the seasons

Nature's pop will fill your eyes

Each one saying as it passes

Fare thee well, but not goodbye

Though these leaves are dead or dying

Still there's work for them to do

Yet in this rich soil, to the earth returning

Buds in springtime will renew

And in the cycle of the seasons

Nature's pop will fill your eyes

Each one saying as it passes

Fare thee well, but not goodbye

Constant leaves they're forever falling

And all must lie and turn to clay

But the soul of man is surviving

And will forever with nature stay

And in the cycle of the seasons

Nature's pop will fill your eyes

Each one saying as it passes

Fare thee well, but not goodbye