Summer of '42

The summer smiles, the summer knows

And unashamed, she sheds her clothes

The summer smoothes the restless sky

And lovingly she warms the sand on which you lie

The summer knows, the summer's wise

She sees the doubts within your eyes

And so she takes her summer time

Tells the moon to wait and the sun to linger

Twists the world round her summer finger

Lets you see the wonder of it all

And if you've learned your lesson well

There's little more for her to tell

One last caress, it's time to dress for fall