Season Cycle

Once again the leaves are falling
Softly sighing, summer's gone
Yet in this long life, the carpet weaving
Is fit for kings to walk upon

And in the cycle of the seasons
Nature's pop will fill your eyes
Each one saying as it passes
Fare thee well, but not goodbye

But slowly drifting, the woodland splendor
And autumn's moment is not to spoon
For sooner or later, all leaves and mortals
To their mother earth return

And in the cycle of the seasons
Nature's pop will fill your eyes
Each one saying as it passes
Fare thee well, but not goodbye

Though these leaves are dead or dying
Still there's work for them to do
Yet in this rich soil, to the earth returning
Buds in springtime will renew

And in the cycle of the seasons
Nature's pop will fill your eyes
Each one saying as it passes
Fare thee well, but not goodbye

Constant leaves they're forever falling
And all must lie and turn to clay
But the soul of man is surviving
And will forever with nature stay

And in the cycle of the seasons
Nature's pop will fill your eyes
Each one saying as it passes
Fare thee well, but not goodbye