Dogwood blossoms float againstnThe ice encrusted creek banknA tender blade of new green grassnIs bravely pushing upward through the melting snownThe Spring breathes ruffles through my hairnAnd whispers softly everywherenTelling secrets in my eyesnSearch the countryside for your hellonnnThe seasons come, the seasons gonnnLightning darts among the pinesnCaught in a summer rainstormnSoaking wet I look upon the new plowed earthnWith rivulets between each rownI almost feel you next to menAnd it stirs a memorynThat hangs suspended with a sighnAnd gently weaves its way through my bedroom windownnnThe seasons come, the seasons gonnnSee the grain lay scatterednIn a trail that leads to nowherenThe rustling leaves beneath my feetnSwirl in a colorful kaleidoscopenA thousand spans of outstretched wingsnCircle briefly, hoveringnAnd the swiftly fly awaynLeaving me to stay and face December snownnnThe seasons come, the seasons gonnnIce encases blades of grassnEncouraging the wind to passnAnd in the frosty morning sunnA field of diamonds beckon, waving to and fronI stare into the fire a whilenThink of you, my love, and smilenWishing you were here with menSharing the security I knownnnThe seasons come, the seasons gonn