Crescent Noon - Carpenters

Green September

Burned to October brown

Bare November

Led to December's frozen ground

The seasons stumbled round

Our drifting lives are bound

To a falling crescent noon

Feather clouds cry

A vale of tears to earth

Morning breaks and

No one sees the quiet mountain bird

Dressed in a brand new day

The sun is on it's way

To a falling crescent noon

Somewhere in

A fairytale forest lies one

Answer that is waiting to be heard

You and I were

Born like the breaking day

All our seasons

All our green Septembers

Burn away

Slowly we'll fade into

A sea of midnight blue

And a falling crescent noon