Dogwood blossoms float against   The ice encrusted creek bank   A tender blade of new green grass   Is bravely pushing upward through the melting snow   The Spring breathes ruffles through my hair   And whispers softly everywhere   Telling secrets in my eyes   Search the countryside for your hello         The seasons come, the seasons go         Lightning darts among the pines   Caught in a summer rainstorm   Soaking wet I look upon the new plowed earth   With rivulets between each row   I almost feel you next to me   And it stirs a memory   That hangs suspended with a sigh   And gently weaves its way through my bedroom window         The seasons come, the seasons go         See the grain lay scattered   In a trail that leads to nowhere   The rustling leaves beneath my feet   Swirl in a colorful kaleidoscope   A thousand spans of outstretched wings   Circle briefly, hovering   And the swiftly fly away   Leaving me to stay and face December snow         The seasons come, the seasons go         Ice encases blades of grass   Encouraging the wind to pass   And in the frosty morning sun   A field of diamonds beckon, waving to and fro   I stare into the fire a while   Think of you, my love, and smile   Wishing you were here with me   Sharing the security I know         The seasons come, the seasons go