The Season
The days in the country leave me yearning for
What the changing season signifies
I will soon be seen returning
To feast my eyes
On the newest fashion straight from Paris
Finding its spotlight at the ball
The city makes my heart beat faster
As I recall
I wonder if you might even feel me
Before the news of my arrival reached your door
The last time you saw me I was a child still
I am one no more
Now everything I ever dreamed of
Is standing right in front of me
Nothing ever comes so easy
Nothing ever is for free, but
Could it be?
I wanted to say how much I loved you
I wanted to know if you felt the same
I had hoped to dance with you all evening
It is why I came
I wondered if you should like to kiss me
If you had thoughts of me when you lie in bed
But I shall have to kiss the pages of your letters instead
And now everything I ever wanted
Is fading right in front of me
Nothing ever comes so easy
Nothing ever is for free
It couldn't be
If only love was more like dancing
Beautiful and full of grace
No trying to hard or pretending
Feeling out of place
Love is confusing
In so many ways
I will still cherish
These summer days
What the changing season signifies
I will soon be seen returning
To feast my eyes
On the newest fashion straight from Paris
Finding its spotlight at the ball
The city makes my heart beat faster
As I recall
I wonder if you might even feel me
Before the news of my arrival reached your door
The last time you saw me I was a child still
I am one no more
Now everything I ever dreamed of
Is standing right in front of me
Nothing ever comes so easy
Nothing ever is for free, but
Could it be?
I wanted to say how much I loved you
I wanted to know if you felt the same
I had hoped to dance with you all evening
It is why I came
I wondered if you should like to kiss me
If you had thoughts of me when you lie in bed
But I shall have to kiss the pages of your letters instead
And now everything I ever wanted
Is fading right in front of me
Nothing ever comes so easy
Nothing ever is for free
It couldn't be
If only love was more like dancing
Beautiful and full of grace
No trying to hard or pretending
Feeling out of place
Love is confusing
In so many ways
I will still cherish
These summer days
Credits
Writer(s): Marketa Irglova
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