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