In the Summertime We met to see a thread That came to harm something we both loved and as the hours passed We talked until at last it came the time to part
I was doin' well, and I thought she liked my style. I had no business thinking like that but it lasted quite a while. I got my promises made but before the timeless father I show plastic flowers to mother nature's daughter. She held the vase her misty gaze brought them to life. I was amazed she turned to me with a tear in her eye.
We went to give our thanks along the riverbanks and watched the water flow as it rolled along She scooped some river sand and held it in her hand and sang a little song Saw the water lines left there from ancient times I watched the sand run through her fingers on the shore, so dry
I was doin' well, and I thought she liked my style. I had no business feeling like that but it lasted quite a while. I got my promises made but before the timeless Father I show plastic flowers to Mother Nature's daughter