barry manilow
summer of '78
It was one of those summer's Lasting forever Making the winter wait A summer of music and passion The summer of '78 You appeared like the summer Sudden and perfect And not a day too late I swear there was music when I found you That summer of '78 It seem we floated through the days And nights were always filled with stars And it seemed every song they played on the radio Was ours It was one of those summer's Only for lovers Touched by the hand of faith And now when the winter's are long I remember the summer of '78    