by Nick Jaina

Well, spring is a time for new love
to pursue love
under the grapevines
and I was a child of plenty
but I lent it
all out to you

Well, winter is a time for thieving
for deceiving
in the pockets of overcoats
and I'll be gone for the season
but you must believe that
I'll be back in the springtime

© 2008 Nick Jaina