(Roger McGuinn and Jacques Levy)  If all my days was hills to climb  And circles without reason  If all I was was passing time  My life was just a season  Dares and dreams and silly schemes  And fillies running freely  I was young and no song was sung  That didn't sound appealing  I'd have my fun with a shy girl  And maybe hop a train  And I'd look back at her standing in the rain  Dirty hands and root beer stands  And money like a river  Making deals to see how it feels  To get more than you're giving  I'd have my fun with a gamblin' man  And bluff him with my face  And it's drinks for everybody in the place  If all my days was hills to climb  And circles without reason  If all I was was passing time  My life was just a season  Instrumental (Electric Guitars)  If all my days was hills to climb  And circles without reason  If all I was was passing time  My life was just a season  Shouting crowds and mummers shrouds  And people going crazy  Always said what was in their heads  It surely was amazing  I had my fun in the bullring  And never got a scar  It really wasn't hard to be a star  If all my days was hills to climb  And circles without reason  If all I was was passing time  My life was just a season  If all I was was passing time  My life was just a season  © BMI