Calendar words and music by Bill Pere Leaves come off the calendar as they fall off the trees Each page of the calendar makes a different me A day, a week, a year, I wonder who I am Who is standing here with each new dithyramb? Springtime, all the world is new So much to see, so much to do, I wonder, where's it all leading too? But shadows block the view... Oh springtime, oh sunlight, oh starlight, oh moonlight Leaves come off the calendar as they fall off the trees Each page of the calendar makes a different me A day, a week, a year, I wonder who I am Who is standing here with each new dithyramb? Summer of my life, shimmer of the sun Shines on all I've done Time to look ahead, find a way that's  new But shadows block the view.. Leaves come off the calendar as they fall off the trees Each page of the calendar makes a different me A day, a week, a year, I wonder who I am Who is standing here with each new dithyramb? Colors of leaves change as the green fades away... Seasons must end, a new part of life starts today Where will I walk at each fork in the road that I find What will I build, what beacon will I leave behind... Leaves come off the calendar as they fall off the trees Each page of the calendar makes a different me A day, a week, a year, I wonder who I am Who is standing here with each new dithyramb? A winter chill is in the air Peace on the Earth I see the bright star shining there What can one life be worth? I've done the best I can, if someone takes what I began Perhaps the light will shine another day... © Copyright Bill Pere,  All Rights Reserved