Lover's Season - Franco Battiato

Lover’s springtime, lover’s season comes and goes,

And our desires never age with time, come what may,

This is so,

For when I think of how I’ve wasted those moments

Lost forever, they’ll never never return.

Lover’s springtime, lover’s season comes and goes,

And suddenly you realize, there you are,

In surprise.

Ah how many lost occasions we’ve thrown away,

Never have regrets, never never say die.

Still a new enthusiasm

waits to make your heart beat strong.

Another chance to discover just who you are