Golden summer days
How they seem to fly
Yet somehow leave a trace of a sad goodbye

As sweet as sorrow
Salty as a tear
We'll greet tomorrow

And we'll face our fears
Your love is music to my ears


And when October comes
With his hair all greying
It's then I'm overcome to hear those children playing

Of recess and schoolyards
I've memories so clear
And when this old heart

Just longs to disappear
Their laughter's music to my ears


And it's music to my soul
The way you understand
The way you take my hand


And as the world offs its winter clothes
All will come to life

As the trees and the flowers know, now's the only time
The bells are ringing
They're ringing in the square

The birds are singing
They're singing out so clear
Their song is music to my ears


It's music to my ears