Persephone, little bird
Song in my heart, warmth of the sun
But one morning, Southward you'd flown
Now the crops will die 'till your return
The coming of the seasons
You bring them with your highs and lows
And with every departure
You grow a little farther
Persephone, spring has come and
Mother Earth is blooming for you
But when you leave, like surely you do
My fickle heart will be aching for you
Persephone, are you to blame
For the demons I see in the night?
Persephone you were a flame
Now you're a distant light.
The coming of the seasons
You bring them with your highs and lows
And with every departure
You grow a little farther
Demeter, gather your grain while you can, store it
For when you can't sow the land
For sure as the tides come and go, I must leave
Release me, open your hands.
The coming of the seasons
You bring them with your highs and lows
And with every departure
You grow a little farther
Demeter, it is time, the
Sun is rising and I must dawn.
