Burning like fever in the spring

our love affair was on the wing

then drifted away on the summer wind

now I'm thinking of you how good it used to be

holding on to precious memories

and every teardrop has a tale to tell

every teardrop fills a wishing well

changing like autumn leaves that fall

your love it comes and goes

then melts away with the winter snows

and I'm dreaming of you things we used to do

holding out for those eyes of blue

and every teardrop it blinds reminds

every little teardrop brings me back to you

would that I could say the words to mend

the heartache heartbreak of this summer's end