The summer wind came blowing in from across the sea, and lingered there so warm and fair to walk with me. All summer long we sang this song, and strolled on golden sand. Two sweethearts and the summer wind.

Like paper kites those days and nights went flying by. The world was new beneath the blue umbrella sky. And softer than a piper man, one day it called to you, and I lost you to the summer wind.

The autumn wind and the winter wind have come and gone, and still those days, those lonely days, go on and on. And guess who sighs her lullabies through nights that never end? My fickle friend the summer wind; the summer wind.