作词 : 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 ****s 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
作词 : 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 ****s 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
