Another pretty season's end
With pretty smiles of many a friend
Once more I wished it would be spring
And trees would grow and birds would sing
Indeed the trees were fresh and green
With juicy leaves and stems so lean
But words and songs were just some noise
Some murmuring, no single voice
Some eyes were fixing any place
Besides, the brightness of your face
Was simply lighted by the sun
No deep delight, just simple fun
Indeed the trees were fresh and green
With juicy leaves and stems so lean
But words and songs were just some noise
Some murmuring, no single voice
Another pretty season's end
With pretty smiles of many a friend
Once more I wished it would be spring
And trees would grow and birds would sing
Indeed the trees were fresh and green
With juicy leaves and stems so lean
But words and songs were just some noise
Some murmuring, no single voice
Some eyes were fixing any place
Besides, the brightness of your face
Was simply lighted by the sun
No deep delight, just simple fun
Indeed the trees were fresh and green
With juicy leaves and stems so lean
But words and songs were just some noise
Some murmuring, no single voice