Summer
(drew Roberts)

Yes I remember when
That old summer wind
Blew on me warm back then
And life was fine

And that old summer sun
When his day's work was done
Would slide (fade?) on off to bed
As night would rise instead

And when that summer moon
Floated so high in June
I sang a summer tune
And spoke to you of love

But summer came and went
And days like money spent
Drifted off into dark
And still mists cold with tears

Yes I remember when
That old summer wind
Blew on me warm back then
And life was fine