Summer Days

Sometimes I think winter never ends,
The birds fly south, dark snow on the ground.
I walk outside, my face is whipped by the cold winds,
And I can’t see nobody around.

I want to travel way down south,
Where there’s blue skies and sunny days.
Slow rivers running though mellow fields,
Pink clouds rising through the haze.

Oh take me down where the bright sea meets the sand,
And the dunes roll gently by the waves.
Can you help me? Oh, will you lend a hand?
And take me back to those summer days.

The grey clouds spread out and cover the whole sky,
A cold rain’s due later today.
But I’ll be inside, dreaming of a time,
And a place where the sun never goes away.

Oh take me down where the bright sea meets the sand,
And the dunes roll gently by the waves.
Can you help me? Oh, will you lend a hand?
And take me back to those summer days.

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