Woke up to the whisper of the rain,

Blooming green across the windowpane,

Little buds breaking through the earth,

Every storm's just a brand new birth.

And oh, the world starts turning,

Hearts like fires slowly burning.

Round and round we go, like rivers to the sea,

Each season tells a story, a part of you and me.

From blossom to the snowfall, sunshine to the breeze,

We're dancing through the circle of the seasons endlessly.

Golden days, they linger long and sweet,

Barefoot dreams and burning city streets,

Laughter rising like the heat in the air,

Freedom in the wind and salt in your hair.

And oh, the sky’s wide open,

Moments made and words unspoken.

Round and round we go, like rivers to the sea,

Each season tells a story, a part of you and me.

From blossom to the snowfall, sunshine to the breeze,

We're dancing through the circle of the seasons endlessly.

Leaves fall like echoes of the past,

Colors fade but memories last.

Time slows down, we breathe it in,

Letting go, we start again.

Frosted glass and firelight glow,

Quiet peace beneath the snow.

Cold outside but hearts stay warm,

We find our shelter in the storm.

Round and round we go, like rivers to the sea,

Each season tells a story, a part of you and me.

Through the cold and through the growing,

Through the light and through the freezing—

We’re dancing through the circle of the seasons endlessly.