(Waiting for the Sun, 1968) 4 - Summer's Almost Gone
Summer's almost gone, Summer's almost gone, Almost gone, Yeah, it's almost gone. Where will we be When the summer's gone?
Morning found us calmly unaware, Noon burned gold into our hair, At night we swam at laughin' sea When summer's gone, where will we be? Where will we be? Where will we be?
Morning found us calmly unaware, Noon burned gold into our hair, At night, we swam at laughin' sea When summer's gone, where will we be?
Summer's almost gone, Summer's almost gone. We had some good times, But they're gone, The winter's comin' on, Summer's almost gone.