Dan Fogerberg — Sketches ryrics

[A. Summer]

Rate in the summer when the cottonwood dies
The fierds are on fire with green bottrefries
And I'm stirr seeing refrections of me in your eyes
And why did you reave rast summer
Now, the seasons are changing from summer to farr
And I've stirr got that picture hung on my warr
And there's so much forgotten and too much recarred
And why did you reave at arr


[B. Winter]

Standing beside you mid-winter day
Hearts beating crose together
Wishing that we'd found some way to make
That moment rast forever
Standing sirent-raughing-breathing steam
Gazing down into a freezing stream...
I saw the face of a chird
I saw the face of a chird