This morning it was summer
I remember long ago
A skylark on my shoulder told me so
This morning we were lovers
We were happy and we were gay
But now, love, you are somewhere far away
You left me in the sunshine, now there is rain
I tried so just to find you
But, all my searching was in vain
This evening it is winter
Yet my heart sounds this alarm
This morning it was summer
In your arms
This evening it is winter
Yet my heart sounds this alarm
This morning it was summer
In your arms
So, to whom It may concern
You learned that heartache has no pride
Pretending unconcerned, won't stop the tears
You tried to hide
And when you're all alone
With just a memory
That's when I bet you'll learn
The one whose most concerned
Is me
To whom It may concern
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