Cycles Of The Seasons

Time moves like a ghost, friends they come and go Secrets of the spring disappear once again Future makes the past, a child hides a laugh Sounds of summer sing the words we wished we'd said Cycles of the seasons Spinning like a wheel Circles never ending That lead you back to me, me A clock hangs on the wall, footsteps in the hall Autumn's here today, leaves are in the brown Hours passing by, someone's bought and someone died Watch the winter dance unto the hard ground Cycles of the seasons Spinning like a wheel Circles never ending That lead you back to me, me Cycles of the seasons Spinning like a wheel Circles never ending That lead you back to me, me, me