These silent words of conversation
Hold me now this adulation
Oh, see me now
Oh, it's easy nowFalling like a silent paper
Holding on to what may beAnd I only hear
Only hear the rainAnd many rains turn to rivers
Winter's here and there ain't nothing gonna change
The winds are blowing, telling me all I hear
Oh, it's a funny time of year
There'll be no blossom on the treesTurning now I see no reason
The voice of love so out of season
I need you now but you can't see me now
I'm traveling with no destination
Still hanging on to what may beIt's a funny time of year
I can see there'll be no blossom on the trees
And time spent crying has taken me in this year
Oh, it's a funny time of year
There'll be no blossom on the treesFalling like a silent paper
Holding on to what may be
It's a funny time of yearI can see there'll be no blossom on the trees
And time spent crying has taken me in this yearIt's a funny time of year
I can see no blossom, no blossom on the treesFalling like a silent paper
Holding on to what may be
It's a funny time of yearI can see
There'll be no blossom on the trees
And time spent crying has taken me in this yearIt's a funny time of year
I can see no blossom, no blossom on the trees