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