Seasons.  John Vehon,  1985

When the leaves turn to red
And they drop to their bed
Winter is near
The summer is dead
Then the cold kingdom come
Make you wish you could run
When the ice curtain closes
It freezes the sun
The winter has begun
There's nowhere to run!

musical interlude

Then Spring comes around
The flowers are jumping from the
Jumping from the ground
Listen to the air
Fill with those sweet summer sounds
It's time to wake up
Everybody gonna shake it up
The changing seasons
Always return to you
Following everything
All that you do