Cycles-Lyrics

Cycles

Words and Music by Christopher Kent

It’s the same old room I’m sitting in
And the sky reflects a hundred different times when I was here
Rocking chair is so redundant
Autumn clouds are so abundant
Even towards the end of summer I can tell you know it’s near
But I’ve seen the autumn sky before
And I know its quiet sadness like the back of my hand
It’s been coming around here every year as long as I’ve been living
And I know it’s bound to come around again

The stars they keep on spinning while the nights turn into days
And I’ll stay with you a while before I go upon my way
And our lives will run in cycles like a Christmas shop display

There were times when I sat very still,
Though I heard a quiet voice beside me calling out my name
Mornings come and evenings pass behind a wall of tinted glass
And one by one the faces come out looking all the same
And we ride our golden horses
While the music takes us round and round and round again
With snapshots of the scenery that smile in black and white
And make us wonder when the circle’s going to end

The stars they keep on spinning while the nights turn into days
And I’ll stay with you a while before I go upon my way
And our lives will run in cycles like a Christmas shop display

Walking out beneath the sky
A hazy shade of years gone by
You just smile and walk along
And warm me when the autumn sun is gone

And I’ve never loved another as I love you
Never tried to break the circle of my life
‘Til you showed me you could lead me over different fields and rivers
Into different autumn skies

Rain comes down upon our faces
Echoing other places
But you know how to change the rain from blue to green and silver
And it never seems the same

And I’ve never loved another as I love you
Never tried to break the circle of my life
‘Til you showed me you could lead me over different streams and rivers
Into different autumn nights

Copyright 1971 by Christopher Kent. All rights reserved.