The days are growing shorter
Maybe I can barter
My way through winter
To see the spring
And the lovely bells ringing
See the rainfall
And the summer gone
Till all that is left is dull
And we are of the call
To see a rain drop pull
An escape from us all
To be in the free
Is to be like you and me
Till the time to draw
Out of time you will fall
To be where you belong.