Wind faintly blowing through the forest
Birds soaring away
Golden leaves sink from trees
Fall is here, fall is here.

Icy drafts are swaying trees
No birds can be seen
Frost is coating every branch
Winter is here, winter is here.

A slight breeze blowing past the hardwoods
Birds flying from the South
Leaves are budding on the branches
Spring is here, spring is here.

Warm winds stirring all the leaves
Larks chirping all around
Every plant is in full bloom
Summer is here, summer is here.

After the full cycle of seasons
I finally decide
So I begin to walk
I am coming, I am coming.