Martha loves spring Phoebe the summer Mom adores wintertime And Dad agrees But I just close my eyes and smile Chess doesn't care Neither does Lizzy They dont't choose the season of the year But I just turn my head and look outside It's fall, my fall That gives me the strength To start again each year The trust in my own god It's fall, my fall And I get back to me May there be A white december May there be A wonderful july But I just keep my tears inside You may think March is renewing You may think We're living every day But I don't burn 'til leaves turn red It's fall, my fall that makes me aware Of all that's worth it still One day I may succeed It's fall, may fall It's fall, my fall It's fall, my fall And I get back And I get back To me