This is the springtime of my loving — the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing — so little warmth I've felt before.
It isn't 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.
Ain't so hard to recognize — these things are clear to all from time to time.
Talk talk — I've 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
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.
