| This is the springtime of my loving, |
| The second season I am to know. |
| You are the sunlight in my growing, |
| So little warmth Ive felt before. |
| It isnt hard to feel me glowing, |
| I watched the fire that grew so low. |
| It is the summer of my smiles, |
| Flee from me keepers of the gloom. |
| Speak to me only with your eyes, |
| It is to you I give this tune. |
| Aint so hard to recognize |
| These things are clear to all from |
| Time to time. |
| Ive felt the coldness of my winter, |
| I never thought it would ever go. |
| I cursed the gloom that set upon us But I know that I love you so But I know that I love you so. |
| These are the seasons of emotion |
| And like the winds they rise and fall. |
| This is the wonder of devotion, |
| I see the torch we all must hold. |
| This is the mystery of the quotient, |
| Upon us all a little rain |
| Must fall. |
| Just a little rain? |