I asked the winter, the winter he said,
“I may have chilled you but I don't wish you dead”.
I ask the spring, the spring she done said,
“I may have soaked you but I don't wish you dead”.
Then why do I lay here in the ground?
I asked the summer the summer she said
“I may have baked you but I don't wish you dead”
I ask the autumn, the autumn he said,
“I may leave you naked, but I don't wish you dead”.
Then why do I lay here in the ground?