Wednesday, September 22, 2010


Frank Sinatra

The summer wind came blowin' in
from across the sea.
It lingered there so warm and fair
to talk with me.
All summer long we sang a song
and strolled the golden sand.
Two swee-eet hearts and the summer wind.

Like painted kites those days
and nights went flyin' by.
The world was new,beneath a blue umbrella sky.
Then slower than a piper man
one day it called to you.
And I lost you to the summer wind.

The autumn wind and the winter wind
have come and gone.
And still the days those lonely days go on and on.
And guess who sighs his lulla bies
through nights that never end.
My fickle friend the summer wind.
Summer wind

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