Song for the Trees

End of summer

Your eyes are blue

You look around

For the new day

In October

When dreams come true

In fields of days

There's yesterday

Sitting on tangerine

Hands in a storm that appears

When it's autumn

With trees of green

The leaves fall down

Every Sunday

Now that I'm older

With eyes of brown

I look around

And remember

Sitting on tangerine

Hands in a storm that appears