Every time the seasons change, it feels exactly the same,
Each winter smells the same, each summers wind is like those that came,
A million years ago, when the blue sky never wavered,
And brief springs in Octobers are the same as those I savoured,
When I was as tall as the gate post, when I greeted the spring overjoyed,
And when I feel the hot summer air, I cannot be annoyed.
Yes each time the seasons change, I’m catapulted back to each past year,
By the same smells and sounds as then, today they are just as clear.