Four Seasons Turning
Spring puts rain on the garden gate Mama's tulips wake up late You bring seed packets, I bring twine We plant the beans in a crooked line Round and round, the year rolls on From the first green shoot to the harvest song Every season's got a gift to bring Come on, sweetheart, let's welcome the spring Summer peaches stain your shirt We pick the soft ones from the dirt Screen door slaps, the supper's near Cicadas buzz in the warm evening air Round and round, the year rolls on From the first green shoot to the harvest song Every season's got a gift to bring Come on, sweetheart, let's welcome the spring Autumn leaves pile by the shed You wear my old cap on your head We haul the apples, stack the wood The kitchen smells like cinnamon good Then winter quilts the fields in white We share one blanket by the firelight You say the thaw is just around the bend And every year comes home again Round and round, the year rolls on From the first green shoot to the harvest song Every season's got a gift to bring Come on, sweetheart, let's welcome the spring Round and round, the year rolls on Through summer gold and autumn dawn Snow may fall, but we know what it means The wheel turns sweet through all four seasons Four seasons turning, hand in hand Right here together on our little patch of land
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[Куплет 1] Spring puts rain on the garden gate Mama's tulips wake up late You bring seed packets, I bring twine We plant the beans in a crooked line [Припев] Round and round, the year rolls on From the first green shoot to the harvest song Every season's got a gift to bring Come on, sweetheart, let's welcome the spring [Куплет 2] Summer peaches stain your shirt We pick the soft ones from the dirt Screen door slaps, the supper's near Cicadas buzz in the warm evening air [Припев] Round and round, the year rolls on From the first green shoot to the harvest song Every season's got a gift to bring Come on, sweetheart, let's welcome the spring [Куплет 3] Autumn leaves pile by the shed You wear my old cap on your head We haul the apples, stack the wood The kitchen smells like cinnamon good [Бридж] Then winter quilts the fields in white We share one blanket by the firelight You say the thaw is just around the bend And every year comes home again [Финальный припев] Round and round, the year rolls on From the first green shoot to the harvest song Every season's got a gift to bring Come on, sweetheart, let's welcome the spring Round and round, the year rolls on Through summer gold and autumn dawn Snow may fall, but we know what it means The wheel turns sweet through all four seasons [Аутро] Four seasons turning, hand in hand Right here together on our little patch of land
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