I always thought that Winter was for lovers 'Cause when else is a body's warmth so warm Underneath my clothes your hands are freezing but I Don't say a word But maybe it's the Spring that is for lovers 'Cause that is when the world comes out in bloom In the light of all the lengthening days that still end too Soon But now I'm thinking Summer is for lovers 'Cause when else will we find the time to leave Lay out in a field and watch our love growing and Swaying in the breeze But could it be the Fall that is for lovers? 'Cause that is when the leaves get tired of being Green and then they turn into others that are very rarely Seen