Season's change and flowers too
So they may die and start anew
The sky may go from gray to blue
And some of us are like that too
Some of us are like the earth
Hiding diamonds in the dirt
Or gold and silver in the cave
Just waiting for the pick and spade
Hard as granite, cold as steel
Always heavy, always real
Yet always falling for the one
That must change from sun to sun
Oh that fateful night in June
When the earth fell for the moon
And winter fell in love with spring
And all the happiness it brings
