If ever I would leave you, it wouldn't be in summer;
Seeing you in summer, I never would go
Your hair streaked with sunlight, your lips red as flame,
Your face with a luster that puts gold to shame.
But if I'd ever leave you, it couldn't be in autumn;
How I'd leave in autumn, I never will know.
I've seen how you sparkle when fall nips the air;
I know you in autumn and I must be there.
And could I leave you running merrily through the snow?
Or on a wintry evening when you catch the fire's glow?
If ever I would leave you, how could it be in springtime,
Knowing how in spring I'm bewitched by you so?
Oh, no, not in springtime, summer, winter, or fall
No never could I leave you at all.