Pine trees softly blowin' in the wind
On a summer's day
Little do they know or even care
If love will find its way
Oak tree shedding leaves down to the ground
On an autumn day
Soon we'll be as barren as the earth would be
If love won't find its way
Into every heart
Love will find its way
Some day
Now, the winter winds blow bitter cold
On a winter's day
But with the spring there's hope that one fine day
Love will find its way
Into every heart
Love will find its way
Some day
Whoo ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Whoo ooh ooh ooh ooh
And with the spring
There's hope that one fine day
Maybe in the fall
Maybe in the spring
Maybe on a summer day
Whoo ooh ooh ooh ooh
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