It is the
springtime of my loving - the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I've felt before.
It isn't hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low.
It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes.
You are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I've felt before.
It isn't hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low.
It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes.
It is to you I
give this tune.
Ain't so hard to recognize - These things are clear to all from time to time.
Talk, talk, talk, talk - I've felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go.
Ain't so hard to recognize - These things are clear to all from time to time.
Talk, talk, talk, talk - I've felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go.
I cursed the
gloom that set upon us, 'pon us, 'pon us...
But I know that I love you so.
But I know that I love you so.
But I know that
I love you so
These are the seasons of emotion and like the wind they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient, quotient –
These are the seasons of emotion and like the wind they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient, quotient –
Upon us all,
upon us all a little rain must fall.
It's just a little rain oh yeah
It's just a little rain oh yeah
Writer(s): Robert Plant, James Patrick
"Houses Of The Holy" (1973)
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