While the Rain was Falling, My Heart was Calling And its you, my Love, for whom it was Yelling Scorching Sun, Wild Hot Winds Summer's peak, Ocean's Creek O Sweetheart, O darling won't you speak? Summer's passed, Springs gone Still, My heart is, all Alone Shivering Winter cold, makes your figure Bold, in my heart Autumn's High, Baby's cry, Trees Sigh for their leaves dry Without you Baby, Trust me, I'll Die Season Come, Come and Go My heart Beats, Beats High and Low When shall we meet, never to retreat From our walk for love and future |
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