Green September   Burned to October brown   Bare November   Led to December's frozen ground      The seasons stumbled round   Our drifting lives are bound   To a falling crescent noon      Feather clouds cry   A vale of tears to earth   Morning breaks and   No one sees the quiet mountain birth      Dressed in a brand new day   The sun is on it's way   To a falling crescent noon      Somewhere in   A fairytale of forest lies one   Answer that is waiting to be heard      You and I were   Born like the breaking day   All our seasons   All our green September's burn away      Slowly we'll fade into   A sea of midnight blue   And a falling crescent noon