The Seasons

In January, my child, you would be amazed with the snow

In February, my child you will explore and learn and play and play

In March you will look around and get angry because of so much injustice

And the seasons change …

In april mijn kind, zal je lopen, en botsen, en schreeuwen, tegen ieder die het wil horen In April my child, you will walk and bump, and shout, to anyone who likes to hear it

In May you'll explore love

In June you can taste, and you'll drink fully

And the seasons will change

In July, my child, you'll explore the world, the sun and the warm night

In August you'll run, jump into the water, drawn in new, in sweet, in life

In September you'll be tired, child, and you'll dream in distance

And the seasons change

In October my child, you'll think, and quietly stare, and slowly understand

In November you'll write, look at the photographs and smile

In December my child, maybe, you'll look amazed again at the snow

You'll quietly close your eyes and be happy

because the seasons, my child

the seasons will change

Music: Floyd Kramer- She Thinks I Still Care