Seasons of My Heart - George Jones

The seasons come the seasons go

We 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

Your leaving will bring autumn sorrow

And my tears like withered leaves will fall

But spring could bring some glad tomorrow

And Darlin＇ we could be happy after all

As it is in nature＇s plan

No season gets the upper hand

Oh how I＇ll try to keep this fact in mind

But see what bares the cold wet blow

And by experience we should know

That winters comes

but the spring is close behind

Your leavin＇ will bring autumn sorrow

And my tears like withered leaves will fall

But spring could come some glad tomorrow

And Darlin＇ we could be happy after all