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