Post by the Scribe on Feb 24, 2023 10:01:39 GMT
Carpenters - Crescent Noon
Green September
burned to October brown,
Bare November
led to December's 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 hears 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 we fade into
a sea of midnight blue
and a falling crescent noon.
Green September
burned to October brown,
Bare November
led to December's 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 hears 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 we fade into
a sea of midnight blue
and a falling crescent noon.