I spoke in Winter’s frozen tongue,
In tingling fingertips gone numb,
And biting words of icy winds-
Oh, winter’s words were all I sung;

But all the tales of snow I told
Soon made my throat red raw and cold;
And, like the years make youth grow gold,
I loved how cold made warmth more bold

And so I came to hear the leaves
That fell so soft from Autumn’s trees;
They said to me ‘Though I may die
I still am moved by any breeze

And thus I dance still, after death’
And so I fell for Spring’s warm breath
And sung along to sweet birdsong;
This love of life reborn I kept

Until I felt your love; true, strong,
And warm, and sweet as all birdsong;
I fell in love with sunshine’s rays
And Summer’s days; oh, all along

I’d only loved the cold for how
It had brought us so close somehow;
Our warming hugs and clasping hands-
I only love the Summer now

And how I see it in your smile
And bloss’ming cheeks though, all the while,
Outside is cold and rain and drear;
It’s always Summer when you are here.

(I only love the cold at night
When we are drenched in soft moonlight
And all the stars, and your eyes, bright,
Can keep me warm as all daylight)