The pathway is green, but looking out,
The surroundings are littered with black.
Death creeps up among the prairie life,
Slowly stalking the colors so bright.
The surroundings are littered with black.
Death creeps up among the prairie life,
Slowly stalking the colors so bright.
Delicate pinks and tall proud purples,
Living amid the colorless crunch;
Vibrant yellow petals wave for your attention:
He loves me, he loves me not; He loves me, he loves me, not.
Living amid the colorless crunch;
Vibrant yellow petals wave for your attention:
He loves me, he loves me not; He loves me, he loves me, not.
They know well that Fall is coming
Yet they determine to hold on,
Continually reaching for the Sun
As brown and coarse expand and slowly swallow.
Yet they determine to hold on,
Continually reaching for the Sun
As brown and coarse expand and slowly swallow.
Somehow the black amidst the green
Has a beauty of its own.
Knowledge of what has come before
And what is to happen again and again.
Has a beauty of its own.
Knowledge of what has come before
And what is to happen again and again.
They look at you for salvation
But all there is to do
Is remind them that Death makes way for Life,
And Spring will be here soon enough.
But all there is to do
Is remind them that Death makes way for Life,
And Spring will be here soon enough.