My summer began in September
I can pinpoint the day it arrived
When the apples turned easily loose in my hands or just fell to the ground
When the seasonal staff and the locals combine then the sparks start to fly
But the sparks never last
We worked morning shifts in the orchards
You bunked in the landowner's barn
And despite early starts we'd throw alfresco parties than ran through the night
And with reckless regard for the trees all around we'd share sparklers
And the lights burned your name
In the lids of my eyes
It burned under my skin
But we both knew the deal
That you'll follow the summer to wherever it lands
And just leave me behind
When the orchards run dry
Where the sparks never last
And for two months a year I'm in love with it all
But as quickly as summer arrives then it's all gone, sweeping everyone up
Almost everyone up
Us locals stay put while the seasonals move to another more seasonal town
And if I keep my head down well they might keep me on through the winter
As the students depart
To the next college term
As the winter draws in
Well, could we broker a deal?
And let's follow the summer to wherever it lands
Just don't leave me behind
In this seasonal decline
Where the sparks never last