Jonathan Thompson Seasons lyrics

I'm walking across stubble, it's wet on the ground
Another year over and there's no one around
A crow cries above me a shot from a far
A northeast wind blows howling like a car

I'm thinking how I miss you, I'm thinking how you look
A black dog bounds forward then into the brook
Up over the meadow chasing it's tail
The old man is tiring and he's looking pail

The seasons they come the seasons they go
The vigour of youth the wisdom of old
The seasons they come the seasons they go
The rotation of time the story is told


The passing of strangers I see a lady at rest
She's feeding her baby with her snow white breast
No time for talking I‘m feeling a chill
My journey's not over no time to kill

I ‘m thinking I'll be home soon thinking how you are
The rain clouds start falling and the sky's getting dark
Storm clouds come quickly I look for some shade
A jogger bounces passed me and into the glade