Crescent Noon
(Words and music by Richard Carpenter and John Bettis)
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 hears a quiet mountain bird
Dressed in a brand new day
the sun is on its way
to a falling crescent noon.
Somewhere
in a fairy-tale 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 fade into
a sea of midnight blue
and a falling crescent noon.
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