Summer brings its awful heat
Makes you sweat, makes you dirty
The darkest night can be so hot
Makes the world seem so blurry
Still the summer is the promise
Of spring at once fulfilled
And the world's not such a bad place
After all

Autumn has its creeping chill
That gnarls your hands and cools your bones
The steady drip of falling rain
Will never leave you alone
Still the autumn brings the harvest
Of the work done in the spring
And the world's not such a bad place
After all

In wintertime it's cold outside
Skeletal trees fill your heart with sorrow
Night-time rarely ever ends
And there's scarcely hope of a dawn tomorrow
Still the winter lets you rest
'Til spring comes 'round again
And the promises of spring always come true

© 1984 by Jackson Braider