Seasons of Love

Written by: Margaret Foster

Seasons of love So clear and bright, in perfect tune, The springtime of our youth was when our love was as a silver moon. The whole of life before us then. The moon, thro’ time, would change her face to summer red, and cast her glow on joy, increasing with life’s pace, And our sweet love, in steady flow. A love so strong was ours to hold, Like tempered steel forged in the fire. Our moon was shining autumn gold, No waning of our fond desire. But when our winter moon turned blue, You wandered down the shadowed lane. My darling this I promise you, At Heaven’s gates we’ll meet again.