| Song | Seasons of the Heart |
| Artist | Linton Kwesi Johnson |
| Album | More Time |
| 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 |