Put your rake down And lock your garden shed Let every prospect dream and sleep In the flower bed All your plans will Sometime not be fulfilled You do not stop your planning though you know someday you will. All you have made will turn to something else one day, what you have Done it could go on it could be gone It doesn't matter what you say - life will leave you anyway It doesn't matter what you do - spring will bring back everything Without you, without you, without you Every dry leaf that's falling to the ground Is a second passing by on a clock that's slowing down. The evening sadness when the days are getting few. Are only kept at distance by another grand new plan The mark that you make, you draw in water, write in dust, What you have done it could go on it could be gone It doesn't matter what you say - life will leave you anyway It doesn't matter what you do - spring will bring back everything Without you, without you, without you