Do you remember the way it used to be? June 'til September, In a cottage by the sea. Distant cousins, local friends - We climbed every tree together, And it never ever rained 'Til we climbed back on the train That would take us so far away From the village and the bay, And the summerhouse Where we found new games to play. Do you remember Sunday lunch on the lawn? Daring escapes at midnight, And costumeless bathes at dawn. You were only nine years old, And I was barely ten - It's kind of weird to be back here again... Do you remember The summerhouse?