Martha loves spring
Phoebe the summer
Mom adores wintertime
And Dad agrees
But I just close my eyes and smile
Chess doesn't care
Neither does Lizzy
They dont't choose the season of the year
But I just turn my head and look outside
It's fall, my fall
That gives me the strength
To start again each year
The trust in my own god
It's fall, my fall
And I get back to me
May there be
A white december
May there be
A wonderful july
But I just keep my tears inside
You may think
March is renewing
You may think
We're living every day
But I don't burn 'til leaves turn red
It's fall, my fall that makes me aware
Of all that's worth it still
One day I may succeed
It's fall, may fall
It's fall, my fall
It's fall, my fall
And I get back
And I get back
To me