Текст Faron Young – Seasons Come, Seasons Go

The seasons come, the seasons go
We get a little sunshine, rain or snow
Just the way that it was planned to be

But there’s no seasons in my heart

Your leaving will bring autumn sorrow
And my tears, like withered leaves will fall
But spring could bring some glad tomorrow
And darling, we could be happy after all

As it’s all is in nature’s plan
No season gets the upper hand
Oh, how I try to keep this fact in mind

The trees are bare, the cold wind blows
And by experience I know
That winter comes but spring is close behind

Your leaving will bring autumn sorrow
And my tears like withered leaves will fall
But spring could bring some glad tomorrow
And darling, we could be happy after all