Text: George Jones. Seasons Of My Heart.

The seasons come, the seasons go
Get a little sunshine, rain and snow
Just the way that it was planned to be

But there's no seasons in my heart
While you play the leading part
'Cause the flowers will bloom eternally

You're leaving, it will bring autumn sorrow
And my tears like withered leaves will fall
But spring, it could bring some glad tomorrow
Darlin', we could be happy after all

You're leaving, it will bring autumn sorrow
And my tears like withered leaves will fall
But spring, it could bring some glad tomorrow
Darlin', we could be happy after all