Summer lasted a generation   A generation - and then the winter wind   The bounty harvest that seemed so endless   It seemed so endless until it gave what it could give      Prosperity will have its seasons   Even when it's here, it's going by   And when it's gone we pretend we know the reasons   And all the roots grow deeper when it's dry.      It looked so easy, we change the weather   We would turn this world ourselves our world so small   But slower rhythms - still unheard of   Said that every blessed summer someday has to fall      Prosperity will have its seasons   Even when it's here, it's going by   when it's gone we pretend we know the reasons   And all the roots grow deeper when it's dry, when it's dry.      Prosperity will have its seasons   Even when it's here, it's going by   And when it's gone we pretend we know the reasons   And all the roots grow deeper when it's dry.