The Seasons Turn - Gina Beck, Rebecca Lock, Jeff Nicholson & Martin Neely

You change from winter to the spring While I am sleeping Beneath these apple trees of sorrow Grown for me I read the letters in your pocket They says you're starving now It's usually reckless to write Something we don't mean And I could sit days but you wouldn't care I see those carvings in the tree we share I know that it is all of the moments That I spend with you I suddenly feel that none of them were true I know the leaves are Falling for you Fading for me Those bright lights just ain't lights of love left to be And now I'm like Hey what's going on I lay down by the fire warming up my bones 'Cause it's freezing and the only thing I want is to melt I wish I had the wear with all to do so But I'm so alone won't you know That it ain't so nice to be fooling around And picking my heart up To throw it away And I could sit days but you wouldn't care I see those carvings in the tree we share I know that it is all of the moments that I spend with you I suddenly feel that none of them were true I know the leaves are Falling for you Fading for me Those bright lights just ain't lights of love left to be And now I'm like Hey what's going on And now I sit days as the days go by And nothing seems clear as I clearly try I clearly try to figure out why I fell in love so hard It must be these apples that I ate at the start And in the end I'm calling for you Oh please, answer me Those bright lights are still lights that I'd like to see And now I'm like Hey what's going on I don't know

Traditional English (nineteenth century) Arr. by Loreena McKennitt Come all you lads and lasses, I'd have you give attention To these few lines I'm about to write here, 'Tis of the four seasons of the year that I shall mention, The beauty of all things doth appear. And now you are young and all in your prosperity, Come cheer up your hearts and revive like the spring Join off in pairs like the birds in February That St. Valentine's Day it forth do bring. Then cometh Spring, which all the land doth nourish; The fields are beginning to be decked with green, The trees put forth their buds and the blossoms they do flourish, And the tender blades of corn on the earth are to be seen. Don't you see the little lambs by the dams a-playing? The cuckoo is singing in the shady grove. The flowers they are springing, the maids they go a-Maying, In love all hearts seem now to move. Next cometh Autumn with the sun so hot and piercing; The sportsman goes forth with his dog and his gun To fetch down the woodcock, the partridge and the pheasant, For health and for profit as well as for fun. Behold, with loaded apple-trees the farmer is befriended, They will fill up his casks that have long laid dry. All nature seems to weary now, her task is nearly ended, And more of the seasons will come by and by. When night comes on with song and tale we pass the wintry hours; By keeping up a cheerful heart we hope for better days. We tend the cattle, sow the seed, give work unto the ploughers, With patience wait till winter yields before the sun's fair rays. And so the world goes round and round, and every time and season With pleasure and with profit crowns the passage of the year, And so through every time of life, to him who acts with reason, The beauty of all things doth appear.

Hey, why would she come back to Memphis again? Do to me now what she did to me then She walked out on me, I just can't pretend I can't start over again So what was I thinking when she told me goodbye? I still can't remember, why should I try? She took all I had, I'm no longer that guy I can't start over again You knew my friends They all tell me they saw her in town In my favorite place where we once hung around I just can't fake it I don't want to be found I can't start over again I know it sounds crazy, but how would you know? I thought I was over her a long time ago I believe I could take it, but it's laying me low I can't start over again Hey, why would she come back to Memphis again? Do to me now what she did to me then She walked out on me And I just can't pretend I can't start over again I believe I could take it, but it's laying me low I can't start over again I can't start over again

Very superstitious Writing's on the wall Very superstitious Ladder's 'bout to fall 13-month-old baby Broke the looking glass Seven years of bad luck The good things in your past When you believe in things That you don't understand Then you suffer Superstition ain't the way, yeah Ooh, very superstitious Wash your face and hands Rid me of the problem Do all that you can Keep me in a daydream Keep me going strong You don't want to save me Sad is my song When you believe in things You don't understand Then you suffer Superstition ain't the way, yeah Very superstitious Nothing more to say Very superstitious The devil's on his way 13-month-old baby Broke the looking glass Seven years of bad luck Good things in your past When you believe in things That you don't understand Then you suffer Superstition ain't the way No, no, no