Lyrics And to Each Season - Rod McKuen

And to Each Season

And to each season something is special
lilac, red rose or the white willow.
Young men of fortune old men forgotten
green buds renewing
the brown leaves dead and gone.
Spring and the lilacs
pale white and lavender
fill up the room of my gone mother.
And when the cat springs on to the window ledge
his only greeting is the silence and the rain.
And to each season something is special
lilac, red rose or the white willow.
Young men of fortune old men forgotten
green buds renewing
the brown leaves dead and gone.
Deep down in autumn all of the brown leaves
fall on the garden and cover up the lawn.
Let us remember each year in turn then
when there was sun enough to cover up the wrong.
And to each season something is special
lilac, red rose or the white willow.
Young men of fortune old men forgotten
green buds renewing
the brown leaves dead and gone.
Roses in summer climb up the stone wall
playing with sunlight and the morning shadows.
Petals as firm as the young men’s striding
pants filled with love hearts filled with longing.
Welcome the winter robed in its whiteness
bending down the willow with it’s snow blankets.
And the wild berries hidden in the wood now
from all the creatures lost in the darkness.
And to each season something is special
lilac, red rose or the white willow.
Young men of fortune old men forgotten
green buds renewing
the brown leaves dead and gone.
Welcome the winter robed in its whiteness
bending down the willows with it’s snow blankets.
And all the wild berries hidden in the wood now
from the creatures lost in the darkness.
Old men forgotten leave to me something
for I’ve no family now but that of man.
Tell all the young men passing in the lanes now
soon I’ll be coming down to take my place with them.
And to each season something is special
lilac, red rose or the white willow.