George Jones - Seasons of my heart

N.C.

The seasons co^Cme, the seasons go We get a little sunshine, ^Frain and ^Csnow Just the way that it was planned to ^Gbe But there's no ^Cseasons in my heart While you play the ^Fleading ^Cpart For the flowers will ^Gbloom eternall^Cy.

Your ^Fleaving, it will bring autumn ^Csorrow And my tears like withered leaves will ^Gfall But ^Fspring, it could bring some glad to-^Cmorrow And darlin' we could be ^Ghappy after ^Call. ^C As it is in natures' plan No season gets the ^Fupper ^Chand How I tried to keep this fact in ^Gmind The trees are ^Cbare, the cold winds blow And by experience ^Fwe should ^Cknow That winter comes, but the ^Gspring is close be-^Chind.