The dancing flames grow low
burning embers start to glow
pictures soon will fade
pictures that the flames have made
your hazy wistful face
suddenly is gone without a trace.
Summer days all float downstream,
wondering where the day has been
boats that sail away at night
come the day have sailed far out of sight.
Reminiscing, summer walks
empty glances, moonlit talks
[promises that mean so much
broken with a single touch/
candy floss and ice cream cones
discotheques and rolling stones]
passing fancies fly away
empty shadows on a sunlit bay.
Summer days all [i] float downstream,
wondering where the day has been
boats that sail away at night
come the day have sailed far out of sight.
[deserted evenings warm and still
strangers come and go at will
driftwood on the silent shore
laughter from an open door.
friendly faces once again
come inside before it starts to rain.]
Summer days all float downstream,
wondering where the day has been
boats that sail away at night
come the day have sailed far out of sight.