Summer, winter, spring, and fall, these are the lonely times.
For the times I miss you, most of all, are summer, winter, spring, and fall.
Your love for me is over, but sweet memories I still recall.
Each season brings its changes, but in me there's been no change at all.
Summer, winter, spring, and fall, these are the lonely times.
I thought someday I'd forget you, but the chances now seem very small.
There's too much of you still here with me to ever forget you at all.
Summer, winter, spring, and fall, these are the lonely times.
For the times I miss you, most of all, are summer, winter, spring, and fall.