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 ...