She is chasing the child in autumn Her face, it is red from the cold He is throwing blown-kisses under red-yellow trees While she's caught in a motherly pose When the mother's gone...gone... The love remains Chasing the child in winter Her lips, they are chapped from the cold He is throwing light snowballs from the drifts in the yard They land at her feet in the snow When the mother's gone...gone... The love remains No chasing the child in springtime Her breath has been lost in the cold He plays with his toys in a lonely old house Too young a child yet to know That the mother's gone...gone... And the love remains...the love remains...the love remains