Season of Love

In the deep of night
When the rain sings her sad songs
And the wind blows his hushed-tone warnings
The seeds of our love will hold fast
In the rich and nurturing earth
Lying in wait for the April sun
This is how our love grows

There are fields of summer grass and marigolds
In every heart
And cool, meandering streams
That comfort the toes
Let us play in these fields of marigolds
And lie in this summer grass
And watch the clouds drift by like memories
With our toes in the laughing streams
Holding hands while the currents pass

This is how our love grows
Like the breezes of new seasons
In our hearts
And for my lovely Valentine
Whose heart is bigger than any field of gold
There is no end to my season of love