This is the springtime of my loving - the second season I am to know. You are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I've felt before.. It isn't hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low.. It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.. Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune.. Ain't so hard to recognize - These things are clear to all from. time to time.. Talk Talk - I've felt the coldness of my winter. I never thought it would ever go. I cursed the gloom that set upon us.... But I know that I love you so. These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall. This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold.. This is the mystery of the quotient - Upon us all a little rain must fall.