Why do I long for love
When spring comes round,
Soon as a touch of green
Invades the ground?
Why do I long to be adored
And why does spring possess
All of the dreams that I have stored
Through winter's loneliness?
For when the winds grow warm
I always find
Dreams must be put to use
Or out of mind.
So I go out and fall in love
Knowing I won't recall
That each girl I found in spring
Falls out by fall.