| Oh the Four Seasons come, and the Four Seasons go
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| In a cycle that spins our life away
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| The new year it is here and the old one has gone
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| For time it doesn’t stop for any one
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| For 3 months of the year is the season of the spring
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| When all the birds begin to sing
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| Everything’s bright and new, spring lambs, trees budding too
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| It’s like unto ourselves when just a child
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| And the Four Seasons come …
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| Now the sun is on the sea and the wind is blowing free
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| The summertime is here in all its glory
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| In these months of gay life our cares are all unknown
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| It’s like unto ourselves when we were young
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| And the Four Seasons come …
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| Soon the moon will hide its light from the heavens in the night
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| Too fast are (sic) these sunny days are fading
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| But there’s beauty to be seen in these autumn leaves once green
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| And our lives, like these leaves, are decaying
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| And the Four Seasons …
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| Now stormy winds do blow with its (sic) frost and wind and snow
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| The harshness of wintertime is here
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| And at this late stage man reaches his old age
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| And the cycle meets its end where it began
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| And the Four Seasons … (last line of chorus repeated once) |