Seasons of War
Phyl Lobl

Chorus:
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter,
War has all the seasons.
One and two, three and four,
Man will give the reasons.

Soldier in the Spring of war,
Knows just what he's fighting for,
Told so many times before
Fighting for his freedom.

Chorus

Come the Summer all is growing
And the fruit of war is showing
Pain and hate he will be knowing
Fighting for his freedom.

Chorus

When his friends begin to fall
And the bombs rain down on all
Then he hears the Autumn call
Fighting for his freedom.

Chorus

Winter finds the glory gone.
War is grey to look upon.
Soldier wonders what he's won
Fighting for his freedom.

Chorus

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From her Broadmeadow Thistle album. She writes,

Written in the summer of the Vietnam War, I hoped this song would not be relevant any more. I no longer have such youthful optimism. The chorus works as a round sung behind the verses.

Recording available here.