Late in the summer when the cottonwood dies 
The fields are on fire with green bottle flies 
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? 

Standing beside you, mid-winter day 
Hearts beating close together 
Wishing that we'd found some way 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