Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
If ever I would leave you
It wouldn't be in summer
Seeing you in summer
I never would go
Your hair streaked with sunlight
Your lips red as flame
Your face with a luster
That puts gold to shame!
But if I'd ever leave you
It couldn't be in autumn
How I'd leave in autumn
I never will know
I've seen how you sparkle
When fall nips the air
I know you in autumn
And I must be there
And could I leave you
Running merrily through the snow?
Or on a wintry evening
When you catch the fire's glow?
If ever I would leave you
How could it be in springtime?
Knowing how in spring I'm bewitched by you so?
Oh, no! not in springtime!
Summer, winter or fall!
No, never could I leave you at all!