F        C             Bb      C       F
I always thought that winter was for lovers
Dm            Am    Bb     C        F
Cuz when else is a body's warmth so warm
Dm        Am       Bb           C        F         Bb
But underneath my clothes your hands are fre-e-e-eezing
    C              F
But I don't say a word


     F     C         Bb        C        F
But maybe it's the spring that is for lovers
Dm   Am               Bb          C       F
Cuz that is when the leaves come out and bloom
Dm           Am      Bb      C          F   Bb
And all the light of every lengthening da-ay
      C             F
That still ends too soon


     F     C         Bb     C       F
But now I know that summer is for lovers
    Dm    Am          Bb        C      F
Cuz when else will we find the time to leave
Dm          Am      Bb          C        F        Bb
We'll lay beneath a field and watch our lo-o-ove growin
      C              F
And swayin in the trees


     F     C       Bb         C       F
But maybe its the fall that is for lovers
Dm           Am      Bb           C      F
Cuz that is when the leaves get tired of bein'
Dm         Am      Bb        C      F        Bb
Green and all the colours change to o-o-others
         C          F
That are very rarely seen
Bb             C           F
    That are very rarely seen