Summer Days

(альбом: Angie - 1978)

Into the night the aging sun begins to fade
And I'll be thinking about you and the summer love we made
But all the memories don't really mean a thing
Too many sad ones and the good ones were few and far between
What happened yesterday is gone with the wind

Summer days and moonlit nights
Through the waves and hold me tight
Turn around and summer's almost gone
Turnaround and summer's almost gone

What is the used of chasing rainbows though the air
It's an illusion of grandeur a fugitive affair
And all of the promises don't really mean a thing
So few remaining unbroken and the heartaches that they bring
The leaves begin to fall and talk to the wind

Summer days and moonlit nights
Through the waves and hold me tight
Turn around and summer's almost gone

Summer days and moonlit nights
Through the waves and hold me tight
Turn around and summer's almost gone
Turn around and summer's almost gone
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