Innocence falls, tumbles and breaks
Down on a hillside the pieces lay
Laughter and tears
They all add up
Seasons of Growing

The road up ahead curves out of sight
I pick up the pace, ignoring the fright
I know that I have such a long way to go
Seasons of growing, growing old

Its where you're going
Not where you've been
Keep on growing

Now I stand guard of innocent eyes
Catching their tears and telling them why
A sweet little girl and a boy on the way
Seasons of growing are turning my way