Lyrics The Four Seasons

The Four Seasons

And That Reminds Me

I hear the sound of music

Your favorite kind of music

And that reminds me girl of you

I see the summer roses

Your favorite shade of roses

And that reminds me too of you

If I could hear no music

If there could be no roses

No summer nights to make me

Dream as I do

I still would not forget you

One thing would still be true

My heart reminds me I love you

Baby you know I hear the sound

I hear the sound surrounding me

I see the summer roses

Your favorite shade of roses

And that reminds me too of you

If I could hear no music

If there could be no roses

No summer nights to make me

Dream as I do

I still would not forget you

One thing would still be true

My heart reminds me I love you

I hear the song

Your kind of music

Sweet music

Your kind of music

Sweet music

Your kind of music

Sweet music

Your kind of music

Sweet music