Roger Whittaker - The Seasons lyrics

In eighteen hundred ninety eight Grandpa built a fence around the farm And in that fence he put a gate Behind the ate he put a road That led up to a house of wood That grandpa took a year to build And when he done to him his house of wood looked good Now the seasons come and the seasons go Green follows brown sun follow snow And trough it all he ploughed the land He did it all with his own hand In nineteen hundred and nine Grandpa turned a girl into a wife And in the turning took his time Now with his wife he shared the load And every day the work was done And in a year within that house She bore a child – his first and only one a son Now the seasons come and the seasons go Green follows brown sun follow snow And trough it all he ploughed the land He did it all with his own hand Now gently lay him down to rest Within the fence around the farm Upon the hillside he loved best I close the gate – I walk the road That leads up to the house of wood That grandpa took a year to build And when I look – to me – his house of wood looks good Now the seasons come and the seasons go Green follows brown sun follow snow And trough it all he ploughed the land He did it all with his own hand