Four Seasons - The Wolfe Tones

Oh the Four Seasons come, and the Four Seasons go

In a cycle that spins our life away

The new year it is here and the old one has gone

For time it doesn’t stop for any one

For 3 months of the year is the season of the spring

When all the birds begin to sing

Everything’s bright and new, spring lambs, trees budding too

It’s like unto ourselves when just a child

And the Four Seasons come …

Now the sun is on the sea and the wind is blowing free

The summertime is here in all its glory

In these months of gay life our cares are all unknown

It’s like unto ourselves when we were young

And the Four Seasons come …

Soon the moon will hide its light from the heavens in the night

Too fast are (sic) these sunny days are fading

But there’s beauty to be seen in these autumn leaves once green

And our lives, like these leaves, are decaying

And the Four Seasons …

Now stormy winds do blow with its (sic) frost and wind and snow

The harshness of wintertime is here

And at this late stage man reaches his old age

And the cycle meets its end where it began

And the Four Seasons … (last line of chorus repeated once)