Lunasa

(One, two, three, one, two, three) Mid beautiful flowers, bright fields and clear streams We pass precious hours of summer and dreams The birds' gentle twitter, the frogs' silver peep All seem to have faded, while we were asleep The song we're now hearing is mournful and strange As the sun starts to set and the leaves start to change From the hill over yonder, we hear the bulls cry As the leaves start to fall and the moon starts to rise Oh, the bulls all howl at the moon It is full and hung over the hill The autumn leaves will all be falling soon And then winter will come in for the kill But there are still green trees and one last round for the bees Before we all freeze over for a spell So let us treasure these moments together As we sing along, so long and fare thee well For tonight is the last night of summer, my love Of the summer of love Of the summer my love For tonight is the last night of summer, my love Of the summer my love (of love) Of the summer of love (my love) The beautiful flowers will all fade away The streams will all freeze and the fields turn to gray The frogs all will slumber, the birds will take flight And winter's cold wonder will bid us goodnight