Summertime,
Close in around me
In an endless mist of The Doors
And the sense of coffees lost
To a heatwave beaten
By the cool shade that threads across
A yellow rug
Or a red bedspread.
Summertime,
You'll bring with you
The yawning longing for days spent
On the roads, on wings
Like flying birds heading toward
The shade of a Lovetree.
Maybe it'll all just be a dream...
Maybe summertime will return to me
The anticipation that weighs down the sky
Before the first, trembling April rain.
Fly back to the horizon
To that point in the sky
That lies behind all the memories
And yet beyond this weightless now.
Summertime,
Return to me
The love of an Indian Summer.
Close in around me
In an endless mist of The Doors
And the sense of coffees lost
To a heatwave beaten
By the cool shade that threads across
A yellow rug
Or a red bedspread.
Summertime,
You'll bring with you
The yawning longing for days spent
On the roads, on wings
Like flying birds heading toward
The shade of a Lovetree.
Maybe it'll all just be a dream...
Maybe summertime will return to me
The anticipation that weighs down the sky
Before the first, trembling April rain.
Fly back to the horizon
To that point in the sky
That lies behind all the memories
And yet beyond this weightless now.
Summertime,
Return to me
The love of an Indian Summer.
