This is the turning of the year The final scene before the curtain falls The squirrel, warm within his bed of leaves cannot hear the wind that blows around the chimney pots For like the pilgrim of the year gone by He sleeps
Once he was a young man who laughed in the spring And lay beneath an upturned sky on long hot summer days
But with autumn he grows mellow He looks over his shoulder Down the long year path of no return
Already he is but a memory Fading like a shadow on the wall But time with restless footsteps hurries by and now beside the road There stands the pilgrim of the year to be
2. Winter Song
Falling leaves turn to gold Silver flowers on my window Spirit of the fading year gently slips away He knows not where He cannot say, oh no
Naked trees in the sky Stars are shining clear and cold The minstrel of the ages sings of oh so long ago An age old tune without a name No one knows
In the white falling snow The pilgrim travels on His face towards the sun Beyond the open road he travels on
Past the lamp shining windows And faces by the fire Before the midnight hour For Christmas time has come around again
Go to sleep, little child You shouldn't be awake Go to sleep little child Time to let the night go by
Waiting for the sound of a magic sleigh The chimneys not too tall they say Or the roof too high for a reindeer to fly No not too high for a reindeer to fly
The clock strikes twelve on a street below They hurry to a church to pray "Forgive our sins and negligence Accept our humble penitence It's been a year ago today Since we were here"
Choir gently sings an anthem Not too loud or out of key Congregation turn eye corners When the plate goes round to see Who gives the most on Christmas day The most on Christmas day
Twilight days are slipping far away Just sand into an hour glass For winter time is slowly passed And cannot last forever
North wind turn your back upon the doors that you have blown West wind melt the organ pipes of ice That glitter on the eaves of the houses in the town
And the sun wakes up the flowers That slumber through the winter And warms the sleepy faces Waiting for the spring
3. Spring Poem
The skies of steel and fields white with frost are memories of yesterday
And while scarecrow children search the hedgerows and splash through muddy pools for secrets The spirit of the spring with the sunbeams on her hair shakes the sleeping earth
And with the pilgrim by her side She murmurs in the trees And in the ears of all who listen "Now time to wake for winter has gone"
4. Spring Song
Green April comes With flowers in her hair She smiles again and like a child cares nothing for tomorrow
She spreads her wings Catch her if you see her in your mind's eye For she smiles in a Mona Lisa way
Sun is rising from a cloud above your head When you instead are sleeping
All is knowing, all is growing And no one knows which way their mind is blowing
Green April comes And now she finds her work is almost done And like a child cares nothing for tomorrow And like a child cares nothing for tomorrow And like a child thinks only for today
5. Summer Poem
The pilgrim wanders with the spirit of the spring, enchanted As if tomorrow will never come
But time is running out And as she bids him farewell Only the echo of her voice remains
For now she flies On the bare back of the south wind Across the naked mountains Above the winding rivers Breathing gently on the meadows
Scattering her flowers into the grass and the hedgerows A vision slowly fading, fading Fa