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. Bridge: 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.