Northfield Minnesota frost upon the plow
The barley and the soybeans are at the feed lot now
Leaves as dry as paper crumble neath my tread
Colors of October like memories of the dead

And the last time I saw autumn's fire was a thousand years ago
I put my faith in autumn -- seasons come seasons go
And every sign of autumn now is bound to make me blue
The last time I had autumn I had you
The last time I had autumn I had you

The crooked streets of Cambridge are skirted now with snow
There's a bookstore crammed with browsers every twenty yards or so
And one night last December I searched each one high and low
To find the gift you wanted that only I would know

And the last time I felt winter's blast was a thousand years ago
I put my faith in winter -- seasons come seasons go
And every gust of winter now is bound to make me blue
The last time I had winter I had you

How many times must I pull the car to the shoulder
Just to cry by the side of the road
How many times must I reach and grasp at nothing
Before I can let you go

In the hills above Las Cruces forget-me-nots have bloomed
I walk the ridge till sundown and whistle a lover's tune
They've put me in the same old bed and the people here are kind
I get the urge to call you and put it from my mind

For the last time I breathed springtime air was a thousand years ago
I put my faith in springtime -- seasons come seasons go
And every breath of spring now is bound to make me blue
The last time I had springtime I had you
The last time I had springtime I had you