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 lustre 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.

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!