Seasons of Home (Patreon)

Back where I’m from

There’s no spring

Only sunny days and violent rain

But I see a new start

When I see the face of my mother

In the city

There’s no fall

There are places with no trees at all

But I shed all my tears

When I’m in the arms of my father

Ooh

Oh the seasons of home

Ooh

Miss ‘em more when you’re grown

In the mountain

There’s no snow

But the lights in December they glow

Every year

I used to go up with my brothers

On the white sand

By the sea

Kind of beauty you wouldn’t believe

Every part

Makes up the ideal summer

Ooh

Oh the seasons of home

Ooh

Miss ‘em more when you’re grown