A new cold breeze in the air...
wish I could take you up there,
where we would drown in the sun.
But summertime is gone.
A chilly wind through my spine,
and heavy clouds in decline,
winter's work has begun,
and summertime is gone.
And I wanna see you once again,
and I wanna touch you once again.
Oh, this is what dreams are made of.
My, oh my...
these soothing times...
the summer wine...
summertime is gone!
Now clouds are hanging low,
and paint the land in snow.
The equinox is through and done,
and summertime is gone.
And I wanna see you once again,
and I wanna touch you once again.
Oh, this is what dreams are made of.
My, oh my...
these soothing times...
the summer wine...
summertime is gone!
I dream a little dream of summer days,
spread my wings of dreams to leave this place,
with summershine and dreams for two;
one for me and one for you.
I dream a little dream of summer days.