In the winter, you say you must go;
Now my heart feels as heavy as snow.
Though I say I will grieve,
If you must, take your leave,
Only wait till the springtime to go.
In the springtime, you say you must go;
As the stream breaks the ice dam to flow.
I will cherish you still,
But you fly, if you will,
Only wait till the summer to go.
In the summer, you say you must go;
As your dreams, like the grasses, must grow.
I would beg you to stay,
But if you must, away,
Only wait till the autumn to go.
In the autumn, you say you must go;
When the winds blow my hopes from the bough.
Wait till winter to go,
All I ask: Not now, no.
Only wait till the winter to go.