These silent words of conversation
Hold me now this adulation
See me now
Oh it´s easy now

Falling like a silent paper
Holding on to what may be

And I only hear
Only hear the rain

And many rains turn to rivers
Winter´s here
And there ain´t nothing gonna change
The winds are blowing telling me all I hear
Oh it´s a funny time of year
There´ll be no blossom on the trees

Turning now I see no reason
The voice of love so out of season
I need you now
But you can´t see me now
I´m travelling with no destination
Still hanging on to what may be

It´s a funny time of year
I can see
There´ll be no blossom on the trees
And time spent cryin´ has taken me in this year
Oh it´s a funny time of year
There´ll be no blossom on the trees

Falling like a silent paper
Holding on to what may be
It´s a funny time of year

I can see
There´ll be no blossom on the trees
And time spent cryin´ has taken me in this year

It´s a funny time of year
I can see no blossom no blossom on the trees

Falling like a silent paper
Holding on to what may be
It´s a funny time of year

I can see
There´ll be no blossom on the trees
And time spent cryin´ has taken me in this year

It´s a funny time of year
I can see no blossom no blossom on the trees