Seasons of Change

Misery is at heartache at rest
Weary hearts cannot guess
Not til they find their way into my arms
Not til they find their way home
Giving up all you know
You will not reap what you have sown
You’ve laid bare the fields of gold
Dear harvest is burned, burned to the ground
Rest up feel easy
Lay your head on my shoulder
Morning is yet to come
You’ll come home
Come back home
Seasons of change are coming
The weather for once is changing
There’s a warm wind blowing in
You’ll come home
Come back home
Rest up feel easy
Lay your head on my shoulder
Morning is yet to come
You’ll come home
Come back home