Текст: Denver John. Seasons of the Heart.

Of course, we have our diff'rences,
you shouldn't be surprised
It's as natural as changes in the seasons and the skies.
Sometimes we grow together, sometimes we drift apart;
A wiser man than I might know the seasons of the heart.
And I'm walking here beside you, in the early evening chill,
A thing we've always loved to do, I know we always will.
We have so much in common, so many things we share,
That I can't believe my heart when it implies that you're not there.

Love is why I came here in the first place
Love is now the reason I must go,
Love is all I ever hoped to find here,
Love is still the only dream I know

So I don't know how to tell you, it's difficult to say,
I never in my wildest dreams imagined it this way,

Sometimes I just don't know you, there's a stranger in our home;
When I'm lying right beside you is when I'm most alone
And I think my heart is broken, there's an emptiness inside,
So many things I've longed for have so often been denied.
Still I wouldn't try to change you, there's no one that's to blame,
It's just some things that mean so much, we just don't feel the same.

Love is why I came here in the first place
Love is now the reason I must go,
Love is all I ever hoped to find here,
Love is still the only dream I know
True love is still the only dream I know.