The nights are drawing in, my dear, The nights are drawing in And Winter's on its way, my dear, Old Winter's on his way And the cold wind is blowing And soon it will be snowing Oh the nights are drawing in, my dear, The nights are drawing in. We met when we were young, my dear, When we were very young And Spring was in the air, my dear, And Spring was in the air. As the buds grew into flowers We danced through April showers Oh we met when we were young, my dear, When we were very young. And promises we made, my dear, Those promises we made And Summer days were long, my dear, The Summer days were long And the yellow sun of morning Never failed to keep us warming And promises we made, my dear, Those promises we made. A family we grew, my dear, A family we grew And Autumn leaves they fell, my dear, And Autumn leaves they fell But the farmer reaped his sowing As we kept the fires glowing And our family it grew, my dear, Our family it grew. And thus our lives unfold, my dear, And thus our lives unfold The seasons come and go, my dear, The seasons come and go So when Winter days are looming Soon the blossoms will be blooming And Spring will come again, my dear, And Spring will come again Yes Spring will come again, my dear, Spring will come again!