After all the days of spring have flown, After all the crazy times we've known, After all the hopes and fears, the dreams, the tears, the troubled years are gone. Isn't it a lovely thing to know, Love can hold that golden afterglow, After all our songs are played, our roses fade, our summers shade into fall. Though I know November's near, one thing is clear, we're lovers after all. April doesn't last forever, the year moves on, Like a day of rainbow weather, it's here and gone. But there's so much that lies in store, So much that's well worth waiting for. After all the days of spring have flown, After all the crazy times we've known, After all the hopes and fears, the dreams, the tears, the troubled years are gone. Isn't it a lovely thing to know, Love can hold that golden afterglow, After all our songs are played, our roses fade, our summers shade into fall. Though I know November's near, one thing is clear, we're lovers after all.