If ever I would leave you
 It wouldn't be in summer.
 Seeing you in summer I never would go.
 Your hair streaked with sun-light,
 Your lips red as flame,
 Your face witha lustre 
 that puts gold to shame!

 But if I'd ever leave you,
 It couldn't be in autumn.
 How I'd leave in autumn I never will know.
 I've seen how you sparkle
 When fall nips the air.
 I know you in autumn
 And I must be there.

 And could I leave you 
 [bad word] merrily through the snow?
 Or on a wintry evening
 when you catch the fire's glow?

 If ever I would leave you,
 How could it be in spring-time?
 Knowing how in spring I'm bewitched by you so?
 Oh, no! not in spring-time!
 Summer, winter or fall!
 No, never could I leave you at all!