The summer’s still fresh in my memory,
Winter’s not yet here,
But I will wish for it, anyway.
The Earth its course will steer,
Back around the golden sun,
Till summer comes again next year.
The summer’s gone for a time,
And I spent it on the strand,
Amongst the chalk and stoney lime,
While my perspiring brow I fanned.
I spent the summer with my friends,
Who ate and drank down on the beach.
We sang and cheered below the bends,
Of pebbled dunes each other’s hands to reach.
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