I caught the changes of the year

I caught the changes of the year

In soft and fragile nets of song

For you to whom my days belong

For you to whom each day is dear

Of all the high processional throngs

I caught the changes of the year

In soft and fragile nets of song

And here some sound of beauty, here

Some note of ancient, ageless wrong

Reshaping as my lips were strong,

I caught the changes of the year

In soft and fragile nets of song.

For you to whom my days belong.