Iíve been cryiní all the winter.Iíve been waiting for some good to come my way,But Iíll wait till the summer comes along.Dear lord, have I done so much wrong.How can I go on,Wondering what I did wrong,Can it be too much to ask? Please, oh please, let it be.If the summeríll come my way,Will I find someone to take the place of [? ]? But Iíll wait till the summer comes along.Dear lord, tell me what could Iíve done wrong.Can it be that she,Never wanted to,Break some poor motherís heart? Please, oh please, let it be.I know my summeríll never come.I know Iíll cry until my dying day has come.Let the winter roll along.Iíve got nothing left but song.Oh, oh, whatís happened? Oh, oh, whatís happened?