Summer Becomes Winter - Brighter

When I feel a breeze

The sounds as people mow their gardens

Grass has never been greener

Along these streets we ran together

When I see the trees that sweet

The ones we climbed when we were young

And from the tops we’d laugh and wonder

Wonder all day long

But the hours become days

And the weeks carry us away

Summer becomes winter again

But the hours become days

And the weeks carry us away

Summer becomes winter again

Along these alleys we would run

Firing guns and falling over

We would play until September

We would sleep without a care

And from our beds we’d scare ourselves

With tales of ghosts that we had made up

Sound asleep with the window open

Nothing bad there was (?)

But the hours become days

And the weeks carry us away

Summer becomes winter again

But the hours become days

And the weeks carry us away

Summer becomes winter again