Lyrics:

J. Whitney / R. Chapman

I looked for the sun but it couldn't get through
Grey clouds above blocked out its view
** sound in my ear, the rain is quite near
To color the fields green for the start of the year
Now spring is approaching, I feel it draw near
The warmth is replacing the cold
The small ones awake from the winter's cold break
Feeling so bold

** first of the month but the end of the May
The sun's golden shadows they lent from the day
It's harvesting time as I walk through the fields
The skies of the winter, the summer has killed

Now summer is gone, left not a word
The dark nights quickly draw on
The wind blows the trees bare of their leaves
Winter's begun