Call me when the summer sun
… for you begins to fade
when the autumn leaves of golden brown
lay deep in winters shade.
Call me when the stars at night
… for you they fail to shine
when the morning sun and mornings light
only shows what's left behind.
Call me when springtime comes
… when for you life starts again
when the early shoots of golden corn
drink deep of springtime's rain.
Call me when the summer sun
… shines full on all you do
when the life you live knows true of love
and love be what you choose.
