Trees, swaying in the summer breeze,
showing off their silver leaves as we walk by.


Soft kisses on a summer's day,
laughing all our cares away, just you and I.


Sweet, sleepy warmth of summer nights,
gazing at the distant lights in the starry sky.


They say that all good things must end
some day; autumn leaves must fall.
But don't you know that it hurts me so

To say goodbye to you
Wish you didn't have to go


And when the rain beats against my window pane,
I'll think of summer days again, and
dream of you.


They say that all good things must end some day
autumn leaves must fall.

But don't you know that it hurts me so to say goodbye to you
Wish you didn't have to go


And when the rain beats against my window pane,
I'll think of summer days again, and
dream of you, and dream of you.