Fickle Season
Every time we feel the wind blow
Travel south beyond the deep snow
When the birds know it's time to fly
River running, it's deep and wide
Fickle season, summer's gone
So on ancient routes we travel
Way of stars and way of gravel
Feel the rhythm of wings and feet
Feel the rhythm of days and weeks
Memory will lead the way
Call it teleology
Like the river runs to the sea
Come the season, find a reason
Home is anywhere you find me
On the mountain I'm a boulder
(I'm standing tall in the waterfall)
River pebble when I'm older
(I'm breaking up where the water runs)
Generations pass me by
Every life the blink of an eye
Wings are beating, seek the heat and
Carry purpose on your shoulder
Time will bring you back to me
Like the river runs to the sea
Come the season, find a reason
Home is anywhere you find me