Changing Seasons-Sarah Bowman

My drawers and desktop are emptied of the words that never helped me I grew up in a house with big windows on the river side My thoughts drifted up and out them on and on O`er the mystery of the land and across the ocean Every new place hovers with lowered ceilings I could never find a lover to lay beside and watch the changing seasons on and on I tossed the lullaby with my work in mind Another room restored to a time long before without a trace of my time in this place not fit for a home I tossed the lullaby with my work in mind Somewhere in my travels through my personal battles I found a silent companion patient and kind and I felt he had been with me over all of those long miles Another room restored to a time long before without a trace of my time in this place not fit for a home Can I trade this tortured mind for a lullaby Tonight the wind is knocking and there`s one lamp burning I cannot deny that what we`re building goes on and on O`er the mystery of the land and across the ocean