Summers almost gone.
Summers almost gone.
Almost gone.
Yeah, it’s almost gone.
Where will we be,
When the summer’s gone?

Morning found us calmly unaware.
Noon burned gold into our hair.
At night, we swim the laughing sea.
When summer’s gone
Where will we be?
Where will we be?
Where will we be?

Morning found us calmly unaware.
Noon burned gold into our hair.
At night, we swim the laughing sea.
When summer’s gone
Where will we be?

Summers almost gone.
Summers almost gone.

We had some good times.
But they’re gone.
The winter’s coming on.
Summers almost gone.