Testo Seasons - Grace Slick
Testo della canzone Seasons (Grace Slick), tratta dall'album Dreams
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 river's 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 is so hot, it melts the Russian snow
The fields are brown, and 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 it what it brings
And the children dance and sing
As if the time were spring
When the seasons change everything
They find a joy it 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, and all the leaves are turning brown
And 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
And I will have a chance
Of finding joy in everything
Credits
Writer(s): James Kennedy, Michael Clayton Arbeeny, Daniel Himler, David M Rundall
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