Oh the four seasons come, and the four seasons go In a cycle that spins our life away The new year it is here and the old one has gone For time it doesn't stop for anyone
For three months of the year is a season of the spring When all the birds begin to sing Everything's bright and new, spring lambs, trees budding too It's like onto ourselves when just a child And the four seasons come …
Now the sun is on the sea and the wind is blowing free The summertime is here in all its glory In these months of gay life our cares are all unknown It's like onto ourselves when we are young And the four seasons come …
Soon the moon will hide its light from the heavens in the night Too fast these sunny days are fading But there's beauty to be seen in these autumn leaves once green And the lives, like these leaves, are decaying And the four seasons …
Now stormy wind´s to blow with its frost and sleet and snow The harshness of wintertime is here And at this late stage man reaches his old age And the cycle meets its end where it began