From all the seasons that will change
I came into your being
Your tenderness, I admire
So soft and whimsical
Take your hands into my own
to form the shape of what
of what we want in this search
from all the seasons, yet

From all the seasons,
The summer of love

From all the seasons,
This summer of love

All that's holy so shall see
This bulletproof love
Far away, I see you closer now
The way you make me feel
The way you feel inside, you'll find
These open arms, you'll take
The healing of my fascination
from all the seasons, yet

From all the seasons,
The summer of love

From all the seasons,
This summer of love

(From Geothe's The Sorrows of Young Werther):
"Why I have not written to you? You, who are a learned man too, ask a question like that. You might guess that things are well with me, and indeed- In a word, I have made an acquaintance who has touched my heart very closely. I have- I know not what. I shall scarcely be able to tell you how I grew acquainted with one of the most lovable of creatures. I am in good Spirits, and happy, and therefore not the best of storytellers. An Angel! - Rot! - Every man says that about his beloved, does he not? So much simplicity with so much understanding, so much goodness and so much resolve, and tranquility of soul together with true life and vitality. - Why I have not written to you?"

From all the seasons,
The summer of love...

From all the seasons,
This summer of love...