If ever I would leave you
It wouldn’t be in summer.
Seeing you in summer
I never would go.
Your hair streaked with sunlight,
Your lips red as flame,
Your face with a lustre
that puts gold to shame!
But if I’d ever leave you,
It couldn’t be in autumn.
How I’d leave in autumn
I never will know.
I’ve seen how you sparkle
When fall nips the air.
I know you in autumn
And I must be there.
And could I leave you
running merrily through the snow?
Or on a wintry evening
when you catch the fire’s glow?
If ever I would leave you,
How could it be in springtime,
Knowing how in spring I’m
bewitched by you so?
Oh, no! Not in springtime!
Summer, winter or fall!
No, never could I leave you…at all!
