Seasons in the Field

Seasons In the Field
by Jorma Kaukonen
We thought we had it all, all grown up inside our skin
A tank of gas and my guitar… bring it on, let life begin today
Life was no more simpler then it was just another time
We tried to find conviction without losing peace of mind
I measured time that summer with songs and sets of strings
Duty seemed so far away, one more song before the summer ends
Seasons keep measuring, the time we spend on earth
None of that made sense back then & no one saw the worth
Friendships come and lifetimes flow, and we’re all made of dust
A momentary vision, am I sure it’s what I really saw
The years began to change like seasons in the field
The crops of life that gave so much would soon deny their yield
Bridge:
A time won’t last forever, no matter what we thought
Youthful wages never last, and freedom can’t be bought
Looking in the mirror, we did the best we could
A bargain with the devil is always paid in blood
Nothing was so real then as waking up each day
The tasks that laid before me, were scattered thoughts that circled round my mind
I had no vision that didn’t live inside the cloud
The fire that burned inside me then was more than God allowed
And then one day when all had passed I wakened to myself
A thousand days had come and gone and outside there was autumn in the treesEach precious moment was a blessing in disguise
I never saw so clearly, it was right before my eyes
Bridge:
A time won’t last forever, no matter what we thought
Youthful wages never last, and freedom can’t be bought
Looking in the mirror, we did the best we could
A bargain with the devil is always paid in blood
I still see a moment that keeps living in my heart
I couldn’t turn my back on memories, they open all the doors that shield today
On a foundation we’ve been building since our youth
I draw it close, an ancient friend and wrap myself in truth