Bird flew by
And wondered, wondered why
She was white

And ought to stay up in the sky
From the air she could wonder
For the reason

What's the point of a year
Or a season


Your life flies away
As the night turns to day
If you start once to think

Your hair will soon turn grey
But one would like to wonder
For the reason

What's the point of a year
Or a season


The list of fallen stars
And crumbled, broken hearts
Comes from a need

To play so many parts
But one would like to wonder
For the reason

What's the point of a year
Or a season


The wind and the rain
Shook hands again
Untouched by the world

They managed to keep sane
They were able to wonder
For the reason

What's the point of a year
Or a season


Bird flew by
And wondered, wondered why
She was white

And ought to stay up in the sky
From the air she could wonder
For the reason

What's the point of a year