Our Together Seasons
I won’t see you in the morning my love,
No I won’t see you at all,
Come spring time I’ll see you,
I’ll see you in summer and fall.
But tomorrow morning, no,
No we won’t have our time,
Which is why tomorrow morning
Will be a winter of mine.
When the morning still is dark,
Its nature we don’t decide,
This isn’t our together season
And its nature not our kind.
But in springtime there will be no wait,
Nor will there be in fall,
But warm summers won’t negate
That winter comes to call.
