Seasons

SEASONS

I remember summers long, with rivers clear and bright,
Like a painting by John Constable, in a soft and golden light
Evenings long and full of cheer, twilight slow to fade
Faces there from long ago, good friends that I've made

Falling leaves and autumn browns reveal an ending phase
To life and song and memories and long hot summer days
Locked in an ageing photograph, memories wearing thin
Confusing where we're going with places that we've been

I recall the winter's cold, with snowdrifts soft and deep
Hearing children laughing, their happiness complete
Snow banked up against a wall, the north wind's icy chill
Homefire warmth or searing cold, the choice before us still

At last the cold of winter breaks and life springs up once more
New colours and new harmonies as hope begins to soar
Winding lanes meet city streets, village turns to town
Lives made and lost in every place, we reap what we have sown

I was born in a pleasant land of fields both rich and green
Where folk of ancient lineage say everyone is free
And the smoke from ancient battlefields is fading from our minds
And the present and the past combine
From another place
Another time