Birds fly and touch down

Summer never lets you down.

Seasons turning grey

See the old men drift away.

Winds blow, morning's bright

Sailing ship fall out of sight

Out of sight

Dreamers gone to sleep

All the words are theirs to keep

Seasons turning grey

See the old men drift away.

Painted trees on a hill

In the endless climb we fall

We fall.

Birds fly and touch down

Summer never lets you down.

Summer never lets you down.