The Seasons, Hob. XXI:3, Autumn: No. 27, Air. "There Look Across the Open Fields!" (Simon)

歌詞

So long ago she took my hand I heard the sound of the sea sinkin' in the sand But we changed like the seasons I never understand Seasons they fly, stealin', they never will say why they've come and gone Takin' their time, like shapes in the night they pass alone When I'm down, I got the midnight fireworks while singin' blues Got my walking papers, got my walking shoes Oh, babe, you know I'm comin' to you I see your face on every stranger passes by And I can't shake desire from my mind Seasons they fly, stealin', they never will say why they've come and gone Takin' their time, like shapes in the night they pass alone When I find you, I'm a wild horse ride that can't be denied, no more You can put me on a track and point me straight back home Oh, you can beg me and close the door I see your face on every stranger passes by And I can't shake desire from my mind Seasons they fly, stealin', they never will say why they've come and gone Takin' their time, like shapes in the night they pass alone Now this cup is getting cold and I've read through your letter So many damn times I know where I've got to go and I should have known better Than to waste so much time Seasons they fly, stealin', they never will say why they've come and gone Takin' their time, like shapes in the night they pass alone