Lyrics:
Green September Burned to October brown Bare November Led to Decembers frozen ground The seasons stumbled round Our drifting lives are bound To a falling crescent noon Feather clouds cry A vale of tears to earth Morning breaks and No one sees a quiet mountain bird Dressed in a brand new day The sun is on its way To a falling crescent noon Somewhere In a fairy tale forest Les one Answer that is waiting to be heard You and I were Born like the breaking day All our seasons All our green Septembers burn away Slowly well fade into The sea of midnight blue And a falling crescent noon