Just A Season — The Byrds

Written by Roger McGuinn and Jacques Levy

If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reason If all I was was passing time, my life was just a season

Dares and dreams and silly schemes and fillies running freely I was young and no song was sung that didn't sound appealing I'd have my fun with a shy girl and maybe hop a train And I'd look back at her standing in the rain Dirty hands and root beer stands and money like a river Making deals to see how it feels to get more than you're giving I'd have my fun with a gamblin man and bluff him with my face And it's drinks for everybody in the place

If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reason If all I was was passing time my life was just a season If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reason If all I was was passing time my life was just a season

Shouting crowds and mummer's shrouds and people going crazy Always said what was in their heads it surely was amazing I had my fun in the bull ring and never got a scar It really wasn't hard to be a star

If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reason If all I was was passing time my life was just a season