I'll take the field and forest
I'll take the sound
Of the sky to one ear,
One ear to the ground

Springtime
All hands reach to the sun
I will touch one hundred flowers
And not pick one

I will be the air
If you'll be the seed
I will carry you
If you will go where I lead

Summer wind carries us down these halls
Faster than we can run
I will knock at one hundred doors
And not enter one

If I escape you
Will you run after me?
If I come back to you tonight
Will you turn away from me?

We make our bed in these autumn leaves
The night sky above
I will light one hundred fires
I will give myself to love

I am most constant
When I am least true.
But the miles stretch between us,
It doesn't hurt like it used to.

We lie as seeds between
The winter snow and the stone
I will touch one hundred women
And still feel alone