There were times beforethe skies were blueBefore the sun could burn the dewTimes without years and seasonsBut then when the seasonswere thereAll kinds of vibrations in the airThe sky was blueAnd no scar on the velvet skinWinter: hoar-frost on the treesI thin Iâll stay asleep for another weekSummer: I canât protect myselffrom the heatI think Iâll find myself a shady seatThere were times before theday was bornBefore the rain could drownthe lawnTimes without years and seasonsBut then when the seasonswere thereAll kinds of vibrations in the airThe rain was wetTransparent and like glassAutumn: sparrows in the skyWhile the leaves of thebranches are dyingSpring: sound of a new born lifeI think Iâm moving on âcause itâs timeThere were times before theskies were blueBefore the sun could burn the dewTimes without years andtimes without seasonsThere were times before theskies were blueBefore the sun could burn the dewTimes without years andtimes without seasons