If ever I would leave you, It wouldn’t be in summer,
Seeing you in summer, I never would go.
Your hair streaked with sunlight, Your lips red as flame,
Your face with a luster that puts gold to shame.
But if I’d ever leave you, how could it be in Autumn?
How I’d leave in Autumn, I never would know.
I’ve seen how you sparkle when Fall nips the air,
I know you in Autumn, and I must be there.
And could I leave you running merr’ly through the snow?
Or on a wintry evening when you catch the fires glow?
If ever I would leave you, How could it be in Springtime
Knowing how in Springtime I’m bewitched by you so
Oh no, not in Springtime, Summer, Winter or Fall
No, never could I leave you at all.