Season's songGoodbye my friends, it's hard to die,Season's song3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When all the birds are singing in the sky.
But I've watched my seasons run,
Now my seasons are all done.
But there were things that I've heard,
Like a new-born baby cry,
And in warm summer air,
Two lovers softly sigh.
Goodbye to streams and autumn trees
Where young girls swirled and all the children played
Full of life and hope and dreams
Now I must face Grim Reaper's blade.
Time is near to let go,
I feel no sadness or no pain.
But remember well the touch,
Of a summer's gentle rain.
Goodbye to you, my special one,
You brought more warmth to me than any sun.
When you first touched my hand,
As we laughed along the sand.
Tomorrow's dawn will soon arrive,
This is not the time to cry.
Let its light wake your sleep,
Now turn your back and let me die.
Goodbye my friends, it's hard to go,
I feel the coldness of a winter's snow.
All my seasons have now passed,
For I knew they could not last.
Time has come to pass on,
This fleeting t