Oooooooooooh, oooh ooh.... . A time to be reaping, a time to be sowing. The green leaves of summer are calling me home. It was good to be young then in the season of plenty.
You ask how much I need you. Must I explain. I need you oh my darling. Like roses need rain. . You ask how long I'll love you. I'll tell you true. Until the twelfth of never I'll still be loving you.