Twenty-five years ago
Upon the cold driven snow
I dreamt of future days
Of us in a summer haze

Seasons were born then passed
Our weathered love didn't last
Another summer now
You're still in my head somehow

Days gone by, all grown up
Once dreamt of sipping the cup
The season brought me wisdom
Dry mouth, yet breathing freedom

In the winter of my youth
I thought that you were truth
Now in the summer of life
I'm glad you aren't my wife