I always thought that winter was for lovers Cuz when else is a body's warmth so warm But underneath my clothes your hands are fre-e-e-eezing But I don't say a word But maybe it's the spring that is for lovers Cuz that is when the leaves come out and bloom And all the light of every lengthening da-ay That still ends too soon But now I know that summer is for lovers Cuz when else will we find the time to leave We'll lay beneath a field and watch our lo-o-ove growin And swayin in the trees But maybe its the fall that is for lovers Cuz that is when the leaves get tired of bein' Green and all the colours change to o-o-others That are very rarely seen That are very rarely seen