كلمات Perfect Season

It's the perfect season To be looking for a reason About why we live About how we'll die As the winds are blowing And the leaves are growing See my spirit glowing With the light of creation Hear the ghosts of the past Of human race Learn from what that scars Upon your face Hear your forefathers' voices Ringing clear The answers to your questions Glide in the air Words of wisdom glisten Like gold that's sprinkled Golden webs of dew found In early morn' It's up to us to listen Taking them what we need Naturing and watching them grow Reap and you shall sow Hear the ghosts of the past Of human race Learn from what that scars Upon your face Hear the voice of Gaia Ringing clear The answers to your questions Glide in the air