In fall we see how sadness meets our life,
Blackberry patches in the light
Shrivel up and die, shrivel up and die
Winter fits our mood
Because our mood was fixed and filled
By stormy ages long ago
We came across at least it took
the better of our emotions
and then we learned to sleep
Winter finger, wet hot stinger
Get burned, cold water
Come spring we change our ways
and shake off your cessna can now take off
(all greeeeeen)
One magpie, they say is for sorrow
Two for mirth
Three for a wedding,
Four for birth
Five silver
Six gold
Seven for a secret not to be told
Summer sends the moon
And we agree to get up, stay up late
Go outside to get our eyes adjusted
Tired but we run on potent fumes
Story lines, alike
We colorize, colorize
Uncover eyes, colorize
With a summer sunrise painting in the sky