Song | Seasons of the Heart |
Artist | Linton Kwesi Johnson |
Album | More Time |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Beguiled by blue moon | |
Oh, enchanting light | |
We lost our way like lovers sometimes do | |
Searching, wide-eyed, for wild flowers | |
In the fragrant forest of the night | |
Now memories slowly drift on by | |
Like grey clouds against the somber Winter sky | |
And all our yesterdays are now become | |
The Springtime of our days | |
Life is the greatest teacher | |
Love is the lesson to be learned | |
Like how the heart’s seasons shift | |
How the sweet smelling blossoms of Spring | |
Are soon become the icy arrows of Winter’s sting | |
How Spring, intoxicated by the sun | |
Now throws off her green gown | |
And Summer’s golden smile is soon become | |
The frown of Autumn’s brown | |
How passions spent | |
We droop, like sapless vines | |
In the Winter of our minds |
Beguiled by blue moon | |
Oh, enchanting light | |
We lost our way like lovers sometimes do | |
Searching, wideeyed, for wild flowers | |
In the fragrant forest of the night | |
Now memories slowly drift on by | |
Like grey clouds against the somber Winter sky | |
And all our yesterdays are now become | |
The Springtime of our days | |
Life is the greatest teacher | |
Love is the lesson to be learned | |
Like how the heart' s seasons shift | |
How the sweet smelling blossoms of Spring | |
Are soon become the icy arrows of Winter' s sting | |
How Spring, intoxicated by the sun | |
Now throws off her green gown | |
And Summer' s golden smile is soon become | |
The frown of Autumn' s brown | |
How passions spent | |
We droop, like sapless vines | |
In the Winter of our minds |
Beguiled by blue moon | |
Oh, enchanting light | |
We lost our way like lovers sometimes do | |
Searching, wideeyed, for wild flowers | |
In the fragrant forest of the night | |
Now memories slowly drift on by | |
Like grey clouds against the somber Winter sky | |
And all our yesterdays are now become | |
The Springtime of our days | |
Life is the greatest teacher | |
Love is the lesson to be learned | |
Like how the heart' s seasons shift | |
How the sweet smelling blossoms of Spring | |
Are soon become the icy arrows of Winter' s sting | |
How Spring, intoxicated by the sun | |
Now throws off her green gown | |
And Summer' s golden smile is soon become | |
The frown of Autumn' s brown | |
How passions spent | |
We droop, like sapless vines | |
In the Winter of our minds |