| Song of the Seasons | ||
| By Tom Vance | ||
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Key of G |
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| Intro - G6 C6 Am7 D7 G D9 | ||
| G C Am | ||
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1. |
It’s springtime in the countryside, as the apple trees do bloom; | |
| D7 Am7 C G | ||
| It’s springtime in the city too, it hasn’t come along any too soon; | ||
| G C Am | ||
| The green grass of the meadow, the dogwoods in the lane, | ||
| D7 Am7 C G | ||
| They speak to me of new life here like the gentle April rain. | ||
| C D G | ||
| It’s spring, it’s spring, it’s spring. | ||
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2. |
It’s the season for hearts to open up, like a flower in the wood; | |
| The season to fall in love again, with the freshness of all that’s good; | ||
| I come here looking for my love, to renew long forgotten vows, | ||
| I come here looking for my heart, and a sense of who I am now. | ||
| It’s spring, it’s spring, it’s spring. | ||
| Instrumental interlude | ||
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3. |
Fireflies sparkle on the meadow, a magical scene before my eyes; | |
| Millions of stars hanging overhead, on a tapestry of velvet skies; | ||
| The crickets and frogs are singing, a lovely summer lullaby; | ||
| I’m frozen in enchantment, as I hear the whippoorwills cry: | ||
| It’s summertime, it’s summertime. | ||
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4. |
The evening closes in on me, I feel like I’m swept away; | |
| The night time softly whispers of love and I hear it say: | ||
| “Let your heart open up and discover who you are, | ||
| Let my magic fill you up like a wish on a falling star. ” | ||
| It’s summertime, it’s summertime. | ||
| Instrumental interlude | ||
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5. |
Crimson leaves falling at my feet, there’s a crispness in the air, | |
| Jack frost has begun to call, and a harvest moon hangs lazily there. | ||
| Apple cider, hay rack rides, roasting marshmallows on a fire; | ||
| Costumed children fill the streets and a jack-o-lantern smiles at me. | ||
| Autumn winds are in the air. | ||
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6. |
The season fills my senses up, the colors, sounds and smells; | |
| It’s time for the harvest, a time for thanks and a time for my heart as well;. | ||
| The love in my heart has ripened too, It’s the love I feel for you; | ||
| The fruit from the tree of experience, is sweet when it’s shared by two. | ||
| Autumn winds are in the air. | ||
| Instrumental interlude. | ||
| C D C G | ||
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Bridge |
Winter is here again, the gray and snowy days; | |
| C D C G | ||
| A time for joy, a time for cheer, as we savor the holidays. | ||
| C D G C | ||
| Skating, sledding, sleigh bells ringing, hot cider by the fire; | ||
| G Em A7 D7 | ||
| Trimming trees and hanging wreaths, singing carols ‘til we tire. | ||
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7. |
As we share the season, and think of the passing year; | |
| The beauty that surrounds us and the love that brings us here. | ||
| And the New Year comes in singing, of a hope for all mankind, | ||
| A promise of life’s renewal, in the season we will find. | ||
| Winter is a magical time of year; | ||
| Autumn is a magical time of year; | ||
| Summer is a magical time of year; | ||
| Springtime is a magical time of year; | ||
| Song of the Seasons I sing. | ||
| Words and music by Tom Vance; November, 1998. | ||