Summer’s hiding over there –
Behind the hill, but in your eyes
I see the summer’s dreamy skies
You breathe, I feel its ambient air
And in your laugh I hear the spring
Cuckoos, rustlings, everything
And in the rich hue of your hair
The autumn heaves its gold brown mass
The seasons crowd my lovely lass –
With changes everywhere.
But give me winter, cold but true
For that’s where I am now with you.