Seasons of The Witch

Verse
July’s warmth fades into September’s chill,
A fleeting moment, yet I feel you still.
The days grow short, the nights grow long,
You left like summer, but your echo's strong.

The wheel keeps turning, the seasons play,
But your memory lingers, it won’t fade away.
Once I only saw the months by name,
Now solstices and equinoxes stake their claim.

Pre-Chorus
Through the autumn leaves and winter’s bite,
Your voice still whispers in the fading light.
Spring may bloom, but it can't erase,
The spell you left, the time, the space.

Chorus
The Seasons of the Witch, they hold your face,
In the winds of change, I feel your trace.
You came and went, like the seasons themselves,
Now I see the world through enchanted spells.
The greatest gift that time could give,
Is the memory of you in the life I live.

Verse
I see you in the frost, in the springtime rain,
In the golden leaves, and the summer's refrain.
Your spirit dances where the shadows meet,
Between the twilight and the sun’s retreat.

I never knew the magic in the turning year,
Until your love, and then your loss, drew me near.
To the cycles, the rhythms, the threads of time,
I hear your song in nature’s rhyme.

Pre-Chorus
Through the shifting skies, the moon's bright gaze,
I find you still with me in a thousand ways.
The seasons speak, their stories told,
Of love that lingers, never grows old.

Chorus
The Seasons of the Witch, they hold your face,
In the winds of change, I feel your trace.
You came and went, like the seasons themselves,
Now I see the world through enchanted spells.
The greatest gift that time could give,
Is the memory of you in the life I live.

Bridge
Through solstice nights and equinox days,
I’ve learned to walk through the time-laced maze.
Your touch, your smile, your fleeting grace,
Are etched in the stars, in the sky's embrace.

The spell of time, it weaves its art,
Binding your memory to my heart.
Though the seasons turn and the winds may shift,
Your presence remains, my timeless gift.

Chorus
The Seasons of the Witch, they hold your face,
In the winds of change, I feel your trace.
You came and went, like the seasons themselves,
Now I see the world through enchanted spells.
The greatest gift that time could give,
Is the memory of you in the life I live.

Outro
Now the seasons of the Witch may come and go,
Through their magic, I’ve come to know,
That after winter, spring blooms anew,
Yet the seasons will always bring me back to you.

The wheel keeps turning, the story flows,
In these Seasons of the Witch, your spirit grows.
And as time weaves its intricate design,
I’ll always hear your voice through the echoes of mine.