Summer

Snow flakes fall,
Blown in from the freezing wastes of Tuesday,
And waking up the buds of spring.
Isn't the winter beautiful?
Isn't this life a wonderful thing?

Rain drops fall,
Gathered from the west-wind clouds of Tuesday,
And pouring down the opening.
Isn't the springtime beautiful?
Isn't this life a wonderful thing?

Summer.

Dry leaves lie,
Fallen from the golden trees of Tuesday,
And covering the failing stream.
Wasn't the summer beautiful?
Isn't this life a wonderful thing?

Snow flakes fall,
Blowing in the frozen wastes of Tuesday,
And covering the buds of spring,
Wasn't the Autumn beautiful?
Wasn't this life a wonderful thing?