I always thought that winter was for lovers
’cause when else is a body’s warmth so warm?
Underneath my clothes your hands are freezing
But I dont say a word
But maybe its the spring that is for lovers
’cause that is when the world comes out in bloom
In the light of all the lengthening days,
that still end too soon.
But now I’m thinking summer is for lovers
’cause when else will we find the time to leave
lay out in a field and watch out love growing
and sawying in the breez
But could it be the fall that is for lovers
’cause that is when the leavs get tired of being
green and then they turn into others
that are very rarely seen
That are very rarely seen
