Carpenters "Crescent Noon" |
green september burned to october brown bare november led to decembers 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 a quiet mountain bird dressed in a brand new day the sun is on its way to a falling crescent noon somewhere in a fairy tale 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 septembers burn away slowly well fade into the sea of midnight blue and the falling crecent noon Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |