Spring Rain - Pat Boone (帕特·布恩)

Tears at seventeen

Are only spring rain

You're just seventeen

Go ahead and cry

True love will

Come to you again

Seventeen

Each little shower

Helps a little flower

Like you to grow

It hurts I know

To find the wrong ways

That love can go

Tears at anytime

Can do a good thing

It might do you good

Dry your pretty eyes

There's more than

One spring

Dry your eyes

When you're older

You're gonna say

That all this anguish

And pain of being seventeen

Was only spring rain

Ten and seven years

May seem the worst time

You wait time will tell

Don't you waste your tears

On love the first time

Save your tears

When you're older

You're gonna say

That all this anguish

And pain of being seventeen

Was only spring rain

Just spring rain

Just spring rain

Just spring rain