angela bofill
summer days
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,