Текст песни Summer's Almost Over - Cheryl Wheeler
                                                Summer′s 
                                                almost 
                                                over 
                                                and 
                                                I'm 
                                                crying 
                                                but 
                                                    I 
                                                don′t 
                                                know 
                                                why
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sentimental 
                                                old 
                                                fool, 
                                                weeping 
                                                for 
                                                this 
                                                blue, 
                                                blue 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                the 
                                                cat 
                                                is 
                                                sleeping 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                the 
                                                garden 
                                                grew
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wagging 
                                                dogs 
                                                who 
                                                lick 
                                                my 
                                                face 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                    I 
                                                feel 
                                                for 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Paddling 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                kayaks, 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                sister, 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                quiet 
                                                creek
 
                                    
                                
                                                Moon 
                                                upon 
                                                the 
                                                water 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                river 
                                                breeze 
                                                upon 
                                                my 
                                                cheek
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                my 
                                                Father 
                                                shuffles 
                                                with 
                                                his 
                                                courage 
                                                and 
                                                his 
                                                cane
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                September 
                                                bluffs 
                                                and 
                                                feints 
                                                till 
                                                autumn 
                                                falls 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                summer's 
                                                almost 
                                                over 
                                                and 
                                                I'm 
                                                crying 
                                                but 
                                                    I 
                                                don′t 
                                                know 
                                                why
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                party 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                birthday 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                tractor 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                50 
                                                years
 
                                    
                                
                                                Swallows 
                                                at 
                                                their 
                                                bird 
                                                play 
                                                spin 
                                                and 
                                                dive 
                                                above 
                                                the 
                                                new 
                                                mown 
                                                fields
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                week 
                                                in 
                                                Colorado 
                                                reading 
                                                books 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                best 
                                                friend
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                thing 
                                                    I 
                                                knew 
                                                    I 
                                                couldn′t 
                                                do 
                                                and 
                                                now 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                    I 
                                                can
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                could 
                                                help 
                                                but 
                                                welcome 
                                                autumn 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                promise 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                winter 
                                                snow?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                there's 
                                                something 
                                                sweet 
                                                and 
                                                wistful 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                watch 
                                                this 
                                                lovely 
                                                summer 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                is 
                                                sinking 
                                                sooner 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                weeds 
                                                have 
                                                won 
                                                at 
                                                last
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                berries 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                bushes 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                crickets 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                grass
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                summer′s 
                                                almost 
                                                over 
                                                and 
                                                I'm 
                                                crying 
                                                but 
                                                    I 
                                                don′t 
                                                know 
                                                why
 
                                    
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