Northfield Minnesota frost upon the plow

The barley and the soybeans are at the feed lot now

Leaves as dry as paper crumble neath my tread

Colors of October like memories of the dead



And the last time I saw autumn's fire was a thousand years ago

I put my faith in autumn -- seasons come seasons go

And every sign of autumn now is bound to make me blue

The last time I had autumn I had you

The last time I had autumn I had you



The crooked streets of Cambridge are skirted now with snow

There's a bookstore crammed with browsers every twenty yards or so

And one night last December I searched each one high and low

To find the gift you wanted that only I would know



And the last time I felt winter's blast was a thousand years ago

I put my faith in winter -- seasons come seasons go

And every gust of winter now is bound to make me blue

The last time I had winter I had you



How many times must I pull the car to the shoulder

Just to cry by the side of the road

How many times must I reach and grasp at nothing

Before I can let you go



In the hills above Las Cruces forget-me-nots have bloomed

I walk the ridge till sundown and whistle a lover's tune

They've put me in the same old bed and the people here are kind

I get the urge to call you and put it from my mind



For the last time I breathed springtime air was a thousand years ago

I put my faith in springtime -- seasons come seasons go

And every breath of spring now is bound to make me blue

The last time I had springtime I had you

The last time I had springtime I had you