Oh the four seasons come, and the four seasons go 
In a cycle that spins our life away 
The new year it is here and the old one has gone 
For time it doesn't stop for any one 
For 3 months of the year is the season of the spring 
When all the birds begin to sing 
Everything's bright and new, spring lambs, trees 
budding too 
It's like unto ourselves when just a child 
And the four seasons come ... 
Now the sun is on the sea and the wind is blowing free
The summertime is here in all its glory 
In these months of gay life our cares are all unknown 
It's like unto ourselves when we were young 
And the four seasons come ... 
Soon the moon will hide its light from the heavens in 
the night 
Too fast are (sic) these sunny days are fading 
But there's beauty to be seen in these autumn leaves 
once green 
And our lives, like these leaves, are decaying 
And the four seasons ... 
Now stormy winds do blow with its (sic) frost and wind 
and snow 
The harshness of wintertime is here 
And at this late stage man reaches his old age 
And the cycle meets its end where it began 
And the four seasons ... ( last line of chorus repeated 
once)