And to Each Season

And to each season something is special Lilac, red rose or the white willow. Young men of fortune old men forgotten Green buds renewing The brown leaves dead and gone. Spring and the lilacs Pale white and lavender Fill up the room of my gone mother. And when the cat springs on to the window ledge His only greeting is the silence and the rain. And to each season something is special Lilac, red rose or the white willow. Young men of fortune old men forgotten Green buds renewing The brown leaves dead and gone. Deep down in autumn all of the brown leaves Fall on the garden and cover up the lawn. Let us remember each year in turn then When there was sun enough to cover up the wrong. And to each season something is special Lilac, red rose or the white willow. Young men of fortune old men forgotten Green buds renewing The brown leaves dead and gone. Roses in summer climb up the stone wall Playing with sunlight and the morning shadows. Petals as firm as the young men's striding Pants filled with love hearts filled with longing. Welcome the winter robed in its whiteness Bending down the willow with it's snow blankets. And the wild berries hidden in the wood now From all the creatures lost in the darkness. And to each season something is special Lilac, red rose or the white willow. Young men of fortune old men forgotten Green buds renewing The brown leaves dead and gone. Welcome the winter robed in its whiteness Bending down the willows with it's snow blankets. And all the wild berries hidden in the wood now From the creatures lost in the darkness. Old men forgotten leave to me something For I've no family now but that of man. Tell all the young men passing in the lanes now Soon I'll be coming down to take my place with them. And to each season something is special Lilac, red rose or the white willow.