| If ever I would leave you, it wouldn’t be in summer
|
| Seeing you in summer I never would go
|
| Your hair streaked with sun-light, your lips red as flame, your face with a
|
| luster
|
| That puts gold to shame
|
| But if I’d ever leave you, it couldn’t be in autumn
|
| How I’d leave in autumn I never will know
|
| I’ve seen how you sparkle, when fall nips the air
|
| I know you in autumn, and I must be there
|
| And could I leave you running merrily through the snow
|
| Or on a wintry evening when you catch the fire’s glow
|
| If ever I would leave you, how could it be in spring-time
|
| Knowing how in spring I’m bewitched by you so
|
| Oh, no! |
| Not in spring-time
|
| Summer, winter or fall
|
| No, never could I leave you at all
|
| No, never could I leave you at all |