Seasons Four from Breakaway by Dark Horse Flyer

A breath of scented air in fields so cold and stark
The rising of the sun will banish Winter’s dark
And in the sky above a bird has taken wing
She sings as if to say behold another Spring

Every circle round the sun I count the seasons four
Still I wonder what the future has in store

The day we met will never fade into a dream
I can’t forget the moments stolen in between
Running through my seasons traces of desire
With all the passion and the heat of Summer’s fire

Every circle round the sun I count the seasons four
Still I wonder what the future has in store

When the Autumn rains hide the Summer sun
Secrets in the shadows hint of things to come
But I’m remembering the innocence of Spring
Where has the season gone that promised everything

Every circle round the sun I count the seasons four
Still I wonder have we all been here before

We join the dance around the sun seasons passing one by one
Now I see the Winter’s come to be my partner in this dance

Every circle round the sun I count the seasons four
Every circle round the sun I count the seasons four
Every circle round the sun I count the seasons four
Every circle round the sun I count the seasons four

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