Feel the breeze arising, as the trees comprising of leaves
Bow their heads to the wind.
Hear the music playing, as the trees are swaying, away
Float the leaves on the wind.
Hear my song, the summer has gone.
Days are still long, but the summer has gone.
And as the leaves fall down, they're brown, they hit the ground
And the tree stands tall in the wind,
A note so clear and sharp, an Aeolean Harp plays music
Composed by the wind.
Hear my song, the summer has gone.
Days are still long, but the summer has gone.
But it will come again, after the snow and after the rain
Have gone with the wind.
Hear my song, the summer has gone.
Days are still long, but the summer has gone.