Lyric

Soft light on the rice field glow

Mist rising where the river slows

Footsteps on an old dirt road

Breathing in a story never told

Morning hush in a pale blue sky

Tea steam drifting robins fly

Grandma’s house on the distant hill

Wind chimes singing quiet and still

Wooden porch with a woven chair

Dust in sunlight hangs in the air

Little weeds on the garden stone

Whisper “You are never alone”

Every day feels almost the same

Yet the colors never stay

All these small and nameless things

Teach my heart to softly say

Seasons keep turning turning over me

Blossoms rain and fallen leaves

Nothing here is trying hard to shine

But it all becomes a light

In this tiny place in time

I just watch it flow and breathe

As the seasons keep turning over me

Summer heat on the narrow lane

Cicadas hum like a distant train

Shadows run where the children play

Then fade out with the end of day

Laundry lines in the amber dusk

Shakuhachi in the wind’s soft rush

Fireflies on the river’s bend

Blink like memories of old friends

Every sound and every breeze

Writes its name on passing days

Even if I walk away

It will echo in my veins

Seasons keep turning turning over me

Thunder stars and golden fields

Nothing here is trying hard to shine

But it all becomes a light

In this tiny place in time

I just watch it flow and breathe

As the seasons keep turning over me

Autumn burns in a gentle flame

Red leaves falling without a name

Winter comes with a silver sigh

Footprints fading as the crows fly

One by one years drift downstream

Like petals in a quiet dream

If my heart forgets the way

Let this valley softly say

Seasons keep turning turning over me

Footsteps washed by melting snow

Nothing here is trying hard to shine

But it all becomes a light

In this tiny place in time

I just watch it flow and breathe

As the seasons keep turning over me

Soft light on the field once more

Same old road slightly changed door

If I leave if I stay

Time will hold me anyway

In the rustle of the trees

As the seasons keep turning over me