These silent words of conversation   Hold me now this adulation   Oh, 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 traveling 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 crying 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 crying 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 crying has taken me in this year      It's a funny time of year   I can see no blossom, no blossom on the trees