Can he still hear the summer songs?
And recall the times that are gone?
Their footprints were etched on the wet sand,
As they walked the shore hand-in-hand.
Dawn broke over the ocean blue,
Splashing the horizon with golden hue.
She held him close and softly kissed.
The waves rushed and washed their feet.
Now, when he walks on the oceanfront,
Can he still hear the summer songs?
On the silent nights under the starlit sky,
In a desolate beach two lovers would lie.
To her a melodious song he would sing,
Telling of the moons and stars he could bring.
Now when he wakes in the middle of night
And looks at the face of his beautiful bride
Does he recall the nights that are gone,
And the one to whom he sung the songs?