I feel this refreshing wind,
starts to brush against my cheek
Only then do I find,
that the season’s at its peak
In the scorching summer’s light
my heart turns a golden hue
When the winter takes its flight
would it be pale, my heart so true
Now it’s slipping through my hand
memories of warmth are all that remain
Should it come once again
the sunshine won’t be the same
Oh baby, baby I’ll let you go
when the sunset paints the sky,
But perhaps we both know
the summer day is saying good-bye
Would things ever be alright
When the winter takes its place