Seasons Of My Heart

The seasons come, the seasons go
We get a little sunshine, rain and snow
Just the way that it was planned to be
But there are no seasons in my heart
While you play the leading part
Because the flowers will bloom eternally

Your leaving, it will bring autumn sorrow
And my tears like withered leaves will fall
But spring, it could bring some glad tomorrow
And Darlin', we could be happy after all
--George Jones (from "Seasons Of My Heart")