This Is The Time Of The Year (G. Kooymans) 1970 Golden Earring

This is the time of the year
That love is coming unexpectedly
Knocking on your door begging to come in
Baby won’t you spread your wings

Won’t you come on down and follow me

And if you do you’re like an arrow
And I’m the only bow
Baby baby and I can shoot you higher
Than you would ever go, go

This is the time of the year, this is the time of the year
This is the time of the year, this is the time of the year

Thinking about you baby baby baby
I see mountains flying
I hear dark woods sighing
My love is getting higher
Won’t you come on down and follow me

This is the time of the year
And I dance with you on a silver string
And after feeling music
We both blink into the world
And I’m the only man
That could ever reach you

This is the time of the year, this is the time of the year
This is the time of the year, this is the time of the year