Nhạc sĩ: Hugh Blumenfeld
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There's a warm wind blowing from the south
Oh, it's dead of winter, something crazy's blooming
And the smell of it reminds me of the smell on my body
Of a woman that I knew when I was too young to know
Let me fall in love before the spring comes
Well, they used to say that April was a sweet month
But now we know that she is cruel
In the city she gives nothing but her memory
Of promises she made us in wilder times and wilder places
Where the city streets don't go
Let me fall in love before the spring comes
It's a fool's pearl that has no sorrow at its center
And it's fool's gold that breaks and does not bend
And the jeweled snows of winter melt in the gutter
And the long lit nights of lazy sleepers threaten to be over
And I have not abandoned hope, abandons what I fear
And fear and abandon seems to be just what I need
Let me fall in love before the spring comes
Let me fall in love before the spring comes
Let me fall in love before the war comes
Let me fall in love before the spring comes