Golden summer days How they seem to fly Yet somehow leave a trace Of a sad goodbye As sweet as sorrow Salty as a tear We'll greet tomorrow And we'll face our fears Your love is music to my ears And when October comes With his hair all greying It's then I'm overcome To hear those children playing Of recess and schoolyards I've memories so clear And when this old heart Just longs to disappear Their laughter's music to my ears And it's music to my soul The way you understand The way you take my hand And as the world offs its winter clothes All will come to life As the trees and flowers know Now's the only time The bells are ringing They're ringing in the square The birds are singing They're singing out so clear Their song is music to my ears It's music to my ears