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Every year it starts in the Spring
when the flowers bloom and the blue birds sing.
Love is in the air with flowerish smells
and the sounds of laughter and wedding bells.
The warm weather comes making all things new
the seedlings, the newborns, my love for you.
You tell me you adore the Spring and make it clear,
saying, "You know, I love this time of year."
I remember the beach and the summer sun,
and trying to stay cool and still have fun.
I remember the joy of being close,
sharing ice cream sundaes and root beer floats.
I remember us walking hand in hand,
the timeless footprints in the sand.
I'd take you on the boat and you'd face your fears
and say "You know, I love this time of year."
I remember the leaves all gold and brown
that slowly fell to shower the ground.
Or lightly danced along the wind
as the cooling breeze came bounding in.
We'd gather the leaves and dive on in
and then we'd do it again and again.
Fall seemed to make you happy and you'd let me know,
saying "I love this time of year the most."
I remember most the winters on the beach
when the winds would blow a chilly breeze.
The salt air would pass around my nose
and the tide would wander in to and fro.
The light from the moon would paint the scene
and she would cuddle up close to me.
And I'd smile real big from ear to ear
saying "You know I love this time of year."

Description
Every year it starts in the Spring
when the flowers bloom and the blue birds sing.
Love is in the air with flowerish smells
and the sounds of laughter and wedding bells.
The warm weather comes making all things new
the seedlings, the newborns, my love for you.
You tell me you adore the Spring and make it clear,
saying, "You know, I love this time of year."
I remember the beach and the summer sun,
and trying to stay cool and still have fun.
I remember the joy of being close,
sharing ice cream sundaes and root beer floats.
I remember us walking hand in hand,
the timeless footprints in the sand.
I'd take you on the boat and you'd face your fears
and say "You know, I love this time of year."
I remember the leaves all gold and brown
that slowly fell to shower the ground.
Or lightly danced along the wind
as the cooling breeze came bounding in.
We'd gather the leaves and dive on in
and then we'd do it again and again.
Fall seemed to make you happy and you'd let me know,
saying "I love this time of year the most."
I remember most the winters on the beach
when the winds would blow a chilly breeze.
The salt air would pass around my nose
and the tide would wander in to and fro.
The light from the moon would paint the scene
and she would cuddle up close to me.
And I'd smile real big from ear to ear
saying "You know I love this time of year."