Start of spring, heart in bloom, our whispering in sunlit rooms.
Summer was felt a little more, in autumn I began to fall.
When winter came with all its white, your were mine to kiss goodnight.
Start of spring, heart in bloom, our whispering in sunlit rooms.
Summer was felt a little more, in autumn I began to fall.
When winter came with all its white, your were mine to kiss goodnight.