The Season - Marketa Irglova
The days in the country
Leave me yearning for
What the changing
Season signifies
I will soon
Be seen returning
To feast my eyes
On the newest fashion
Straight from Paris
Finding it's spotlight
At the ball
The city makes
My heart beat faster
As I recall
I wonder if you might
Even feel me
Before the news
Of my arrival
Reached your door
The last time
You saw me
I was a child still
I am one no more
Now everything
I ever dreamed of
Is standing right
In front of me
Nothing ever
Comes so easy
Nothing ever is for free
But could it be
I wanted to say
How much I loved you
I wanted to know
If you felt the same
I had hoped to dance
With you all evening
It is why I came
I wondered if
You should like
To kiss me
If you had thoughts of me
When you lie in bed
But I shall have to kiss
The pages of
Your letters instead
And now everything
I ever wanted
Is fading
Right in front of me
Nothing ever comes so easy
Nothing ever is for free
If only love
Was more like dancing
Beautiful and full of grace
No trying to hard
Or pretending
Feeling out of place
Love is confusing
In so many ways
I will still cherish
These summer days
