Seasons

There were times before the skies were blue

Before the sun could burn the dew

Times without years and seasons

But then when the seasons were there

All kinds of vibrations in the air

The sky was blue and no scar on the velvet skin

Winter, hoar-frost on the trees

I think I'll stay asleep for another week

Summer, I can't protect myself from the heat

I think I'll find myself a shady seat

There were times before the day was born

Before the rain could drown the lawn

Times without years and seasons

But then when the seasons were there

All kinds of vibrations in the air

The rain was wet, transparent and like glass

Autumn, sparrows in the sky

While the leaves of the branches are dying

Spring, sound of a new born life

I think I'm moving on 'cause it's time

There were times before the skies were blue

Before the sun could burn the dew

Times without years and times without seasons

There were times before the skies were blue

Before the sun could burn the dew

Times without years and times without seasons