Sketches – Dan Fogelberg – letras

a. SummerLate in the summerWhen the cottonwood diesThe fields are on fireWith green bottlefliesAnd I’m still seeing reflectionsOf me in your eyesAnd why did you leaveLast summer?Now, the seasons are changingFrom summer to fallAnd I’ve still got that pictureHung on my wallAnd there’s so much forgottenAnd too much recalledAnd why did you leaveAt all?b. WinterStanding beside youMid-winter dayHearts beating closeTogether.Wishing that we’d foundSomeway to makeThat moment lastForever.Standing silent–laughing–Breathing steamGazing down into a freezingstream…I saw the face of a child