These silent words of conversation
   Hold me now this adulation
   See me now
   Oh it's easy now
  
   Falling like a silent paper
   Holding on to what may be
  
   And I only hear
   Only hear the rain
  
   And many rains turn to rivers
   Winter's here
   And there ain't nothing gonna change
   The winds are blowing telling me all I hear
   Oh it's a funny time of year
   There'll be no blossom on the trees
  
   Turning now I see no reason
   The voice of love so out of season
   I need you now
   But you can't see me now
   I'm travelling with no destination
   Still hanging on to what may be
  
   It's a funny time of year
   I can see
   There'll be no blossom on the trees
   And time spent cryin' has taken me in this year
   Oh it's a funny time of year
   There'll be no blossom on the trees
  
   Falling like a silent paper
   Holding on to what may be
   It's a funny time of year
  
   I can see
   There'll be no blossom on the trees
   And time spent cryin' has taken me in this year
  
   It's a funny time of year
   I can see no blossom no blossom on the trees
  
   Falling like a silent paper
   Holding on to what may be
   It's a funny time of year
  
   I can see
   There'll be no blossom on the trees
   And time spent cryin' has taken me in this year
  
   It's a funny time of year
   I can see no blossom no blossom on the trees