The summer wind, came blowing in, from across the sea
It lingered there, to touch your hair, and walk with me
All summer long, we sang a song, and then we strolled that golden sand,
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind.
Like painted kites, those days and nights, they went flying by,
The world was new, beneath the blue, umbrella sky,
Then softer than a piper man, one day it called to you,
I lost you, I lost you to the summerwind.
The autumn wind, and the winter wind, they’ve all come and gone,
and still the days, those lonely days, they go on and on,
And guess who sighs his lullabies, through nights that never end,
My fickle friend, the summerwind.
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