Crescent Noon

Green September Burned to October brown Bare November Led to December's frozen ground The seasons stumble 'round Our drifting lives are bound To a falling crescent noon (Doo, doo) Feather clouds cry A veil of tears to earth Morning breaks and No one sees a quiet mountain bird Dressed in a brand-new day The sun is on its way To a falling crescent noon (Doo, doo) Somewhere In a fairy tale forest lies one Answer that is waiting to be heard (Doo, doo) You and I were Born like the breaking day All our seasons All our green Septembers burn away Slowly, we'll fade into A sea of midnight blue And a falling crescent noon