(song lyrics)
Every year has only one July.
Careful! It may find a way to pass you by.
Flies come through the door;
Come November, watch it pour.
Summer, don’t you love me any more?
Looking for a wishbone on your plate,
Hoping for the kind of fish that likes your bait;
Working till you’re sore,
Scared of spending winter poor.
Summer, don’t you love me any more?
(Refrain:)
Used to be, you saw a rose, you smelled it;
Saw a pretty seashell, you held it;
Stopped and watched the fireflies aglow
All in someone else’s life — long ago —
Summer comes for other people now.
I never seem to tan — have I forgotten how?
There’s an ice cream store
I can’t remember what it’s for.
Summer, don’t you love me any more?
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