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Seasons on a Road

Oh I hear them, the echos of the summer,
The air so sweet, and melancholy.
The tears of mine, they feel as real as summer
It’s true, it’s true... and I cry in knowing.

What fresh despair, the fall has now come over
The bells do ring, the leaves downward spiral.
Yet still I stand, the life is not yet over
Oh I go on, oh I go on, through the mile.

The way is long, and the spring but underlying
If there’s an end, I wish to see it ‘fore death.
That end of ends, the place that will be coming
Where I’ll make peace and restfully lie.

Oh I hear them, the echos of the summer
The air so sweet, and joyful on the road
The tears of mine, they are as real as summer
Oh Lord God, I must go on through these winter roads...




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