In Autumn, when the velvet petals grow
Upon the roses, in their earthy bed
And burning sunsets blaze a fiery glow,
Enveloping the world in crimson red
In Winter, when the clouds unleash their snow
And cover o'er the land in silken hue;
When mountains shiver, midst the icy blow,
Of winds that billow violets, brightly blue
In Spring, when life emerges from the throe,
With new born foals, unsteady on their feet;
When farmers harvest sugar with the plough,
With buzzing bees, in search of something sweet
In Summer, when the hazy days pass slow,
And flowers glisten in the morning dew;
Through all the years, as seasons ebb and flow,
My days, my love, are filled with thoughts of you