9.Crescent Noon
Lyrics：Richard Carpenter
Music：Richard Carpenter
Green September burned to October brown,
Bare November led to December's frozen ground.
The seasons stumbled 'round
our drifting lives are bound
to a falling Crescent Noon.
Feather clouds cry a vale of tears to earth,
Morning breaks and no one sees a quiet mountain birth.
Dressed in a brand new day
the sun is on it way
to a falling Crescent Noon.
You and I were born like the breaking day,
All our seasons all our green Septembers burn away.
Slowly we'll fade into a sea of midnight blue
and a falling Crescent Noon.
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