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

Don't say a word

But maybe it's 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 our love growing and

Swaying in the breeze

But could it be the Fall that is for lovers?

'Cause that is when the leaves get tired of being

Green and then they turn into others that are very rarely

Seen