There were times before the skies were blue
Before the sun could burn the dew
Times without years and seasons
But then when the seasons were there
All kinds of vibrations in the air
The sky was blue
And no scar on the velvet skin
Winter: hoar-frost on the trees
I think I'll stay asleep for another week
Summer: can't protect myself from the heat
I think I'll find myself a shady seat
There were times before the day was born
Before the rain could drown the lawn
Times without years and seasons
But then when the seasons were there
All kinds of vibrations in the air
The rain was wet transparent and like glass
Autumn: sparrows in the sky
While the leaves of the branches are dying
Spring: sound of a new born life
I think I'm moving on cause it's time
There were times before the skies were blue
Before the sun could burn the dew
Times without years and times without seasons…