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.
