Peter Trutmann - Seasons Lyrics
Seasons come and seasons goWhere love goes we dont know.It has its own sayThat cant be held or locked away.If reason had played it's handWed only remained friends.So much I dont understandGuess thats part of the romance.Why love left I dont knowAnd I know I shouldnt mourn.Its gift I did not ownThe magic was to have known, you.InstrumentalAnd all the leaves are turning brownThey are dying on the ground.All the leaves are falling down,See it only seasons turning round.Go freely on your way.Thanks for the beauty and the pain.For the riches that you gave.All the sacredness to save.To save, to save.Seasons come and seasons goWhere love goes we dont know.