I always thought that winter was for lovers
Cuz when else is a body s warmth so warm
But underneath my clothes your hands are fre-e-e-eezing
But I don t say a word
But maybe it s the spring that is for lovers
Cuz that is when the leaves come out and bloom
And all the light of every lengthening da-ay
That still ends too soon
But now I know that summer is for lovers
Cuz when else will we find the time to leave
We ll lay beneath a field and watch our lo-o-ove growin
And swayin in the trees
But maybe its the fall that is for lovers
Cuz that is when the leaves get tired of bein
Green and all the colours change to o-o-others
That are very rarely seen
That are very rarely seen
