Our summer’s gone,
the golden days are through.
The rosy dawns I used to
wake with you
have turned to grey,
my life has turned to blue.
The once-green lawns
glisten now with dew.
Red robin’s gone,
down to the South he flew.
Left here alone,
my life has turned to blue.
I’ve heard the news
that winter too will pass,
that spring’s a sign
that summer’s due at last.
But until I see you
lying in green grass,
my life has turned to blue.