Dogwood blossoms float against The ice encrusted creek bank A tender blade of new green grass Is bravely pushing upward through the melting snow The spring breathes ruffles through my hair And whispers softly everywhere Telling secrets in my eyes Search the countryside for your hello The seasons come, the seasons go Lightning darts among the pines Caught in a summer rainstorm Soaking wet I look upon the new plowed earth With rivulets between each row I almost feel you next to me And it stirs a memory That hangs suspended with a sigh And gently weaves its way through my bedroom window The seasons come, the seasons go See the grain laid scattered In a trail that leads to nowhere The rustling leaves beneath my feet Swirl in a colorful kaleidoscope A thousand spans of outstretched wings Circle briefly, hovering And they swiftly fly away Leaving me to stay and face December snow The seasons come, the seasons go Ice encases blades of grass Encouraging the wind to pass And in the frosty morning sun A field of diamonds beckon, waving to and fro I stare into the fire a while Think of you, my love, and smile Wishing you were here with me Sharing the security I know The seasons come, the seasons go