If ever I should leave you, it wouldn't be in summer
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Seeing you in summer, I never would go
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Your hair streaked with sunlight, your lips red as flame
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Your face with a luster that puts gold to shame
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But if I'd ever leave you, it couldn't be in autumn
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How I'd leave in autumn, I never will know
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I've seen how you sparkle when fall nips the air
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I know you in autumn and I must be there
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And could I leave you running merrily through the snow
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Or on a wintry evening when you catch the fire's glow
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If ever I would leave you, how could it be in springtime
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Knowing how in spring I'm bewitched by you so
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Oh, no, not in springtime, summer, winter, or fall
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No never could I leave you at all
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If Ever I Would Leave You
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| Tom Jones |
