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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
| Song: | Seasons |
| Album: | Dreams | Genres: | |
| Year: | | Length: | 206 sec |
Lyricist: Grace Slick
Lyrics:
When the winter comes, the sun is low upon the fields The sky is cold and it throws down icy snow The lakes are glass, the rivers all a frozen mass The trees are bare and the North Wind blows the air
But the children dance and sing As if the time were spring When the seasons change everything They find a joy in what it brings
Then the sun comes high and the spring rains come and go The summer air so hot, it melts the Russian snow The fields are brown, there's no rain to make them grow And the old ones sigh, the heat has made them tired and slow
But the children dance and sing As if the time were spring When the seasons change everything They find a joy in what it brings And the children dance and sing As if the time were spring When the seasons change everything They find a joy in what it brings
September leaves are falling through the autumn haze And the school bells tell everyone there'll be no more summer days Warm nights are gone, all the leaves are turning brown Then the windows close again when the winter comes around
But the children dance and sing As if the time were spring When the seasons change everything They find a joy in what it brings
So I will laugh and dance And watch the children sing Then I will have the chance Of finding joy in everything
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