Bird flew by

And wondered, wondered why

She was white

And ought to stay up in the sky

From the air she could wonder

For the reason

What's the point of a year

Or a season



Your life flies away

As the night turns to day

If you start once to think

Your hair will soon turn grey

But one would like to wonder

For the reason

What's the point of a year

Or a season



The list of fallen stars

And crumbled, broken hearts

Comes from a need

To play so many parts

But one would like to wonder

For the reason

What's the point of a year

Or a season



The wind and the rain

Shook hands again

Untouched by the world

They managed to keep sane

They were able to wonder

For the reason

What's the point of a year

Or a season



Bird flew by

And wondered, wondered why

She was white

And ought to stay up in the sky

From the air she could wonder

For the reason

What's the point of a year

Or a season