Thirty-First Of August
It was all in vain, no one could tell me where she’s gone.
I looked beneath the tree and searched the beach.
I asked the wind and pleaded with the rain.
I went to the shops and checked with the crowd.
It was all in vain, no one could tell me where she’s gone.
I still remember yesterday, how we flirted with each other.
I was in my swimmers, and she in hers.
I was made for the sun and the beach and she, for me.
We ran and sang and danced and laughed.
We were never tired.
We had the best time of our lives.
Then came the thirty-first of August, and summer’s gone.
The wind blew and the trees got thin.
Autumn greeted me with a cool “hello”.
I replied, “Hi, pal. You might just happen to come across Summer of my life.
Please let her know I miss her and our time together.
She’ll always be my girl.”