Sketches
DAN FOGELBERG
A. Summer
Late in the summer
When the cottonwood dies
The fields are on fire
With green bottleflies
And I`m still seeing reflections
Of me in your eyes
And why did you leave
Last summer?
Now, the seasons are changing
From summer to fall
And I`ve still got that picture
Hung on my wall
And there`s so much forgotten
And too much recalled
And why did you leave
At all?
B. Winter
Standing beside you
Mid-winter day
Hearts beating close
Together.
Wishing that we'd found
Someway to make
That moment last
Forever.
Standing silent - laughing -
Breathing steam
Gazing down into a freezing
Stream...
I saw the face of a child
I saw the face of a child.