Tom Kozlowski: Hear Music See Video

Summer days linger on

Locusts fill the air with song

Cross the fields shadows reach

Little time to thresh the wheat

One last look into your eyes

Before the snow begins to fly

All my life I never knew

One more straight nor one more true

A promise kept no secret told

Beneath the earth dark and cold

Seasons pass why do we wait

To say the words when it’s too late

The reaper swings to clear the field

The chaff is crushed beneath the wheel

Harvest moon the sky is red

No guarantee of winter bread

There’s nothing here we really own

But we will keep what we have sown

Summer fades with the rose

The final gath’ring of the crows

Today we mourn our loss and weep

In spring we’ll rise from winter sleep

Farewell my friend no one knows

How in the end the story goes

Farewell my friend no one knows

How in the end the story goes



Words & Music Copyright 2007 Tom Kozlowski