세상의 모든 음악을 통해 접한 And to each season - Rod Mckuen 의 노래가 귓가에서 계속 여운을 남겨주네요..
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.
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 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.
Tomorrow will come with or without us
so let's make a pact to meet here again.
Sleep warm.
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