Summer came around early this year

And winter swung around soon after

The scent of spring was high with fear

The autumn crows call disaster



The North wind blows so cold

Chilling the warmth of my desire

And the whispered words we know

Tell of a future burned with fire



The music that now fills the street

Falls to the rhythm of marching

I find no comfort here

Not in this Or any other year



The stranger asked me what do you know

And just where are you going I told the truth

I just don't know If you don't mind I'll keep on going