When it’s sunny in the south
Every day of the week
A warm wind carries a sigh
There’s hope for the coming winter
There’s hope for the coming winter
There’s hope for the waiting
We might never know the price we pay
But it’s there in the stars for us to feel
There in the summer rain that stop the growing
There in the snow and rain for us to love
There in the spring snow, the cold wind, the cold weather spring
And when I look at the stars in my mind
I wonder what it’s like to have loved a friend
And I wonder how it feels as I go from door to door
I wonder what it’s like to know a love so complete
And it’s not just about the calendar
And I remember every town I’ve known
