We met in the time of spring.
It was to be a carefree fling;
lacking vows to which to commit:
still the flame inside was lit.
Embracing her in my arms;
enchanted by her many charms,
as from her I receive a kiss
while drawing her close in bliss
I hold Summer in my heart.

In autumn she chose to leave;
oh, how my soul for her does grieve.
The months with her too quickly flown
till I was left all alone.
Though she is no longer here
in my own way I keep her near
Though we cannot with bodies touch;
what it is that I do as such:
I hold Summer in my heart.

As winter is coming on
she remains now a long time gone.
Hoping against hope she'll return:
for her I desperately yearn.
Longing to embrace her still,
but since I can't do it for real
I envision her in my mind;
and when I do this I do find
I hold Summer in my heart.