I sing a song of winter, I sing a song of spring. I sing a song of new love, Songs that the seasons bring.
I awaken with a feeling, sometimes weary at a glance, looking at my life's condition in the mirror of by chance. Sometimes demons come to visit. I can hear them in the trees or an elephant with thunder rolling gently through the breeze.
Sometimes thoughts of love come sailing and I see you, see your face, and I hear a voice that whispers, that calls to bring me grace. One that bids me sing another world and helps me when I dare To gather, in the darkness, golden beads for my hair. So the mornings bring the sunshine, sometimes they bring the rain, and when a feeling comes to me, I sing a song, again