Letras: Shel Silverstein. Changin' Of The Seasons.

Oh, the changin' of the seasons
It's a pretty thing to see.
And tho' I find this balmy weather pleasin',
There's a wind come from tomorrow,
And I hear it callin' me.
And I'm bound for a changin' of the seasons.

Oh, it's blowin' in Chicago,
And it's snowin' up in Maine.
And the islands to the south are warm and sunny.
And I've got to feel the earth shake,
And I've gotta feel the rain,
And I've got to know a taste of more than honey.

So, don't ask me where I'm goin'
Or how long I'm gonna be away.
Don't make me give you all the hollow reasons.
I'll think of you like summer,
And I might be back some day
When my heart needs a changin' of the seasons.

Yeah , it's blowin' in Chicago,
And it's snowin' up in Maine,
And the islands to the south are warm and sunny.
And I've got to feel the earth shake,
And I've gotta feel the rain,
And I've got to know a taste of more than honey.

Oh, it's nothin' that you said,
And it ain't nothin' that you done,
And I wish I could explain why I'm leavin'.
There's some men need the winter ,
And there's some men need the sun,
And there's some men need the changin' of the seasons.

Yeah , it's blowin' in Chicago
And it's snowin' up in Maine
And the islands to the south are warm and sunny.
And I've got to feel the earth shake,
And I've gotta feel the rain,
And I've got to know a taste of more than honey.