I am the springtime, when everything seems so fine.
Whether rain or sunshine, you will find me playing.
Days full of pretending.
When a dime is a lot to be spending.
A time when life is beginning.
I am the springtime.

I am the summer. When the days are warm and longer.
When the call comes to wander, but I can’t go far from home.
When the girls become a mystery.
When you’re barely passing history.
And thinking old is when you’re thirty.
I am the summer.

And I am the autumn days. When changes come so many ways.
Looking back I stand amazed that time has gone so quickly.
When love is more than feelings.
It’s fixing bikes and painting ceilings.
It’s when you feel a cold wind coming.
I am the autumn days.

I am the winter. When days are cold and bitter.
And the days I can remember number more than the days to come.
When you ride, instead of walking.
When you barely hear the talking.
And goodbyes are said too often.
I am the winter…

But I’ll see springtime in heaven, and it will last forever.

From Seasons of a Man, Steve and Annie Chapman