The trees are full and green The garden sweet and lush The warmth of the sun belies September A truth to which I must surrender The hours are numbered These last days of summer
Her sundress, pink and white An orchid in her hair As lovely a sight as ever to me Were I a stranger, would she woo me I can't help but wonder These last days of summer
Thinking the unthinkable Chased with lemon tea Thoughts that never crossed my mind When I was twenty-three Too busy being me A ship once hailed unsinkable Is floundering in the deep A boy who once prayed to his God For his soul to keep Would settle for a good night's sleep
My father warned of the waning years What every man goes through I thought him weak and too fraught with fears To see his tragic point of view It's a sad cliche But ever since he's passed away He's ever more present to me Looking past my prime Waging war on Father Time Dad, I think I understand, finally
Strange that my eyes should gain more sight As the days begin to lose the light Winter looms on my horizon Look at me in my summer wear Completely unprepared
We wrestle in the grass He's grown so tall so quick I struggle to get the better of him Just how much I truly love him This I've discovered These last days of summer Just how much I truly love them These last days of summerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
