the beargrass is spent the lupine is bent the painbrush is broke the old man's beard has been choked now there's snow on the ground autumn leaves can't be found i wait one year for you now the season is through
the mountains face it is red you smack me on the head with a branch that once hanged, the ground hog's neck has been sprained but his shadow's been fooled by mother nature's new rules when we ever learn to patiently wait our turn
you left me with a bleeding heart now i'm back to the start it's only one year i can sweep up my tears the sun will soon peak its face and we will be back to this place until then again i'll pack up with the wind