Story Behind The Song

I wrote this song when my grandmother was very ill...I meant to play it for her at her bedside...but ended up playing it at her funeral service...my flight was delayed..which caused me to miss her by only minutes to say my goodbyes. She was an amazing w

Song Description

This song is about remembering loved ones that have past as well as a reflection of one's own life and spirituality. It's a comforting song that will surely bring tears and smiles.

Lyrics

Well the sun's shining high down on everyplace
Warmth of the sky dries these tears on my face
In the evening it'll go down and stars will shine bright
They'll comfort me through the night

(chorus:)
Well, I guess it's "his" way, of letting me know that you're here - but getting used to it is strange
For I can feel you as sure as the sun on my skin...Oh, how the seasons do change

Well, a table full of family at a holiday feast.
Prayers and the laughter - no cares in the least
As a child - on up to now - how they still carry on
Although - now most of them gone

(chorus II)
Well, I guess it's "his" way..of letting me know that they're here..but getting used to it is strange
For I still hear them..like automn leaves whirling around
Oh, how the seasons do change.

(break)
Well, the seasons of life and the seasons outside
Sometimes they both change too fast
Oh, how my heart's broke in two..for I'm longing for you
Though the memories we've made will still last

Well I look into the mirror & see lines on my face
The same eyes seen my own children grown
Although the room my be empty - no one in this place
I'm never really alone

'Cause I know it's "his" way..of letting me know that you're here...but getting used to it is strange..
For I still feel you..as sure as the snow on my shoulders
Oh how the seasons do change

(break repeated)
Oh, the seasons of life and the seasons's outside..sometimes they both change too fast...
Oh, how my heart's broke in two..for I'm longing for you..though the memories we've made will still last

(final verse...slower)
One day, my own children will look at this chair...and their eyes may well-up with tears...
For they will recall...a time when I used to sit there..
But I know they'll smile on these years....


AND that will be "his" way...of letting them know I'm still here...but not holding them will be strange...For they'll still feel me..as sure as a garden's bouquet...Oh, how the seasons do change........Oh how the seasons do change........
Oh, how the seasons......change.