Seasons

I want to spend December with you baby,
And help you celebrate a world in white.

I can't wait until the day we're married,
Though we've got many mountains left to climb.

And if you would take my hand,
I'd be a better man,
Than I've ever been before,
Making angels in the snow,
And down on one knee making promises,
On your front porch.

I want to spend the summer with you baby,
And catch a world of waves by surprise,
With windows down and dreams anticipating,
Like unborn children waiting to arrive.

But if you would lean in close,
And we go up and down the coast,
And live the first week of our lives.
Blankets of trust upon our bed,
Like we've got much more love ahead, than pain behind.

I want to spend an autumn with you baby,
Cause God knows the leaves will start to fall,
And the world will fill with gray and grief and bury,
And start shake what little hope we had at all.

But if you let me hold you tight,
I'll make my arms a sacrifice,
And try to shield you from the sting.
And it might not be the warmest,
But it will be the most in love we've ever been.

The seasons will change and we will too,
But the less that remains the more we're brand new.

I want to spend forever with you baby,
And help you celebrate a life lived well.
With grey hairs flowing down like silver memories,
A legacy that we've both lived to tell.

And if you would take my hand,
We'll stay together as, we say our last goodbyes.
And as our children gather round,
We'll take this one last journey by surprise.
So close your eyes.