Seasons of Age

Still October

And green light flickers on the minds of many waiting to arise

Still November

And yellow lights arise out of the ashes of a mystery, the mystery, oh

Still December

And once again a fading hour leads them to believe in me, believe in me, oh

Now, when we look back at our history

Our acts, omissions a mystery

A little peace of mind that’s with us all the time

It’s with us winter and autumn time

And some of us in the summertime

In the seasons of age

In the seasons of age

And we wither and winter again

And it’s always the same

And it’s always the same, woah, oh

Trenches deeper and another one appears

On the faces of those that are near, those that are near

Now, when we look back at our history

Our acts, omissions a mystery

A little peace of mind that’s with us all the time

It’s with us winter and autumn time

And some of us in the summertime

In the seasons of age

In the seasons of age

Still October, still October

Still October, still October