Seasons
Seasons bring memories
Holiday cheer
The thought of going shopping
Makes me feel insincere
Time’s a wastin’
Always seems that way
The thought of getting closer
Is a thought that’s here to stay.
Chorus:
Mama’s here and the fire is burning
Don’t know why, but I can’t stop yearning
Little boys play on the journey of life
Shoot the ball
Then meet the wife.
Practice makes perfect
Someone used to say
But to a herd of crazy elephants
It won’t keep them at bay
You may comment on my rationalizations
Compliment my ease
But don’t worry ’bout my problems and
My social disease.
Mama’s here …
I appeal to your wisdom
Your sense of good cheer
The time is getting closer
When we all might disappear
But I’ll be staying up late tonight
Sipping on my tea
Gazing at your photograph
Wondering where I’ll be.
Mama’s here …
Seasons have memories …
Words & Music by Alan Graf. Copyright 2000, Hippy Lawyer Music. All rights reserved.
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