Seasons of Change

by David O’Neal

Misery is heartache at rest
a weary heart 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, burned to the ground

Rest up feel easy
lay your head on my shoulder
morning is yet to come
c’mon come back home

Seasons of change are comin’
The weather for once is changin’
There’s a warm wind blowing in
c’mon come back home

Rest up feel easy
lay your head on my shoulder
morning is yet to come
c’mon come back home