Green september

Burned to october brown

Bare november

Led to december's frozen ground

The seasons stumbled round

Our drifting lives are bound

To a falling crescent noon

Feather clouds cry

A vale of tears to earth

Morning breaks and

No one sees the quiet mountain birth

Dressed in a brand new day

The sun is on its way

To a falling crescent noon

Somewhere in

A fairytale forest lies one

Answer that is waiting to be heard

You and I were

Born like the breaking day

All our seasons

All our green septembers

Burn away

Slowly we'll fade into

A sea of midnight blue

And a falling crescent noon