Lyrics Dan Fogelberg – Sketches

Late in the summer
When the cottonwood dies
The fields are on fire
With green bottleflies

Now, the seasons are changing
From summer to fall
And I’ve still got that picture
Hung on my wall
And there’s so much forgotten
And too much recalled
And why did you leave
At all?

Standing beside you
Mid-winter day
Hearts beating close
Together.

Wishing that we’d found
Someway to make
That moment last
Forever.

Standing silent-laughing-
Breathing steam
Gazing down into a freezing stream…
I saw the face of a child
I saw the face of a child.