"Waiting for the sound of a magic sleigh the chimneys not too tall they say or the roof too high for a reindeer to fly no not too high for a reindeer to fly. The clock strikes twelve on a street below they hurry to a church to pray. 'Forgive our sins and negligence, accept our humble penitence. It's been a year ago today since we were here.'" Childhood is a time of wonders and Magna Carta managed to carry into their songs all the wonderful feelings the child has at the change of seasons. "The painted face of evening shrouds the sleeping day voices in the twilight, murmur low. The trees that lean toward the sky shake their weathered bones and timeless magic lingers here among the ring of stones." Seasons is a very poetic album full of ethereal harmonies.