Mid beautiful flowers Bright fields and clear streams We pass precious hours Of summer and dreams
The birds' gentle twitter The frog's silver peep All seem to have faded While we were asleep
The song we're now hearing Is mournful and strange As the sun starts to set and The leaves start to change
From the hill over yonder We hear the bulls cry As the leaves start to fall and The moon starts to rise
Oh the bulls all howl at the moon It is full and hung over the hill The autumn leaves will all be falling soon And then winter will come in for the kill
But there are still green trees And one last round for the bees Before we all freeze Over for a spell
So let us treasure These moments together As we sing along So long and fare thee well
For tonight is the last night of summer My love Of the summer Of love Of the summer My love
For tonight is the last night of summer My love Of the summer Of love Of the summer My love
The beautiful flowers Will all fade away The streams will all freeze and The fields turn to gray
The frogs all will slumber The birds will take flight And winter's cold wonder Will bid us goodnight Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
