I sing a song for the seasons. Yeah even when I was small, summer tumbled down to fall.
I would ask for things to change, but I'd like some things to stay the same for a while.
I sing a song for September. Even summer has to end, but the autumn brings me home again.
I expect the leaves to change, but I hope that you will be the same for a while.
I sing a song for my brother as he waits to cross the wide, wondering what will be on the golden side.
I'm sure that much will change, but what matters now will stay the same for a while.