Seasons of the Past
By: Kalin Reese
Duration
5:33
Genres
Description
For my Grandpa, may he rest in peace.
Lyrics
Colored leaves fall to the ground, signs of fall are all around. A gentle breeze rushes by, and lifts those leaves off of the ground. An old man walks down the street, leaves fallin’ at his feet. Rememberin’ all the things he’s done, rememberin’ how far he has come. Rememberin’ seasons of the past. Tryin’ to make those memories last. Life’s a road we all travel. Gettin’ wiser with every step. Children playin’ in the street, runnin’ around on little feet. Already starting down the road, never knowin’ what lies ahead. The old man watches from afar, a smile creeps onto his face. Remembers the child he once was, playin’ just like these children do. Rememberin’ seasons of the past. Tryin’ to make those memories last. Life’s a road we all travel. Through all the twists and turns we struggle. Crisp white snow is fallin’ down, slowly coverin’ the ground. The old man sits by the fire, holdin’ the hand of the woman he loves. God is callin’ him home, his journey’s comin’ to an end. Thinkin’ of good times and old friends, the memories flash though his mind. Rememberin’ seasons of the past. Tryin’ to make those memories last. Life’s a road we all travel. Slowly gainin’ pieces to the puzzle. Rememberin’ seasons of the past. Tryin’ to make those memories last. Life’s a road we all travel. Through all the twists and turns we struggle. Slowly gainin’ pieces to the puzzle. Rememberin’ seasons of the past.
