Summer is gone and soon the leaves and grass will be turning brown
Falls chill in the air has folks putting on coats all over town
And before you know it summer's traces will be buried under the falling Snow wish I could hang on to summer but each season comes and goes
In summer you can picnic by a running water fall birds are singing
Sweet new songs trees are green and tall with lovers getting married
In June beach days building sand castles are ended way too soon
Summer is the time to eat ice cream piled high sweet potatoe  salad corn
On the cob hot dogs hamburgers root beer what a solid treat
Sitting on the beach house porch watching fire flies light up
The summer  night but just like summer they die