Seasons – Earl Musick – letras

Autumn leaves are fallingTumbling to the groundOld north wind is howlingNo one left aroundAnd it blows where it mayBlows where it mayWinter snows are comingLeaves have all turned brownNo one left at homeBut me and my poor old houndAnd he roams where he mayRoams where he maySpring time is comingSun is in the westSunshine warms your soulIt puts your mind at restAnd I roam where I mayRoam where I mayWinter snow has gone nowLeaves have all turned greenPickin’ with some friendsThat I haven’t seenAnd we play where we mayPlay where we mayPlay!