to the rustling sounds of the autumn call,
I can feel the bitter breezes bite
but I'm never cold when I hold you tight.
As the bright blue skies of summer fade
to the dimming light of the autumn shade,
I can already sense winter nights so cold
But I'm always warm when it's you I hold.
Like the prancing birds on a summer lawn
or the deep red skies of an autumn dawn,
the signs of winter every unite
but I'm never cold when I hold you tight.