In the Springtime of my youth
I did say that I loved you
Now I'm afraid it's far too late
To reveal the truth

In the Summer of my joy
Could not foresee what was in store
Then suddenly it came to me
But you see it slipped away once more

In the Fall of my dreams
Nothing was quite as it seemed
So I stepped out to clear my head
And fell right into the stream

In the Winter of my heart
Everything did fall apart
What little light there was inside was dead
Cold and dark

And soon the seasons of my life
Will cease to be
And it doesn't matter when
No it doesn't matter when
No it doesn't matter ...