Seasons - Grace Slick

When the winter comes the sun is low upon the fields

The sky is cold and it throws down icy snow

The lakes are glass the rivers all a frozen mass

The trees are bare and the northwind blows the air

But the children dance and sing as if the time were spring

When the seasons change everything they find a joy in what it brings

Then the sun comes high and the spring rains come and go

The summer air so hot it melts the Russian snow

The fields are brown there’s no rain to make them grow

And the old ones sigh, the heat has made them tired and slow

But the children dance and sing as if the time were spring

When the seasons change everything they find a joy in what it brings

The children dance and sing as if the time were spring

When the seasons change everything they find a joy in what it brings

September leaves are falling through the autumn haze

And the school bells tell everyone there’ll be no more summer days

Warm nights are gone, all the leaves are turning brown

Then the windows close again when the winter comes around

But the children dance and sing as if the time were spring

When the seasons change everything they find a joy in what it brings

So I will laugh and dance and watch the children sing

Then I will have the chance of finding joy in everything