Carpenters:Crescent Noon

green september burned to october brown
bare november led to decembers frozen ground
the seasons stumbled round our drifting lives are bound to a falling
crescent noon

feather clouds cry a vale of tears to earth
morning breaks and no one sees a quiet mountain bird
dressed in a brand new day the sun is on its way
to a falling crescent noon

somewhere in a fairy tale forest lies
one
answer that is waiting to be heard

you and i were born like the breaking day
all our seasons all our green septembers burn away
slowly well fade into the sea of midnight blue
and the falling crecent noon