Where icicles hung the blossoms swing, but in my heart there is no spring. You were my spring, my summer too, it`s always winter without you.
The flocks head north and the lilacs bloom, at night they scent my moonlit room. You were my spring, my summer too, I`m going north to look for you.
Like a windblown bird my heart goes forth, sent by the spring to the shining north. You are my spring, my summer too, and I won`t rest till I find you.