When Summer Is Gone

It’s love like a rose
That blossoms and grows
And withers and goes, dear
When summer is gone

All birds of the spring
It joyously sings
Then take to the wing, dear
When summer is gone

I can’t believe that we’ve just been dreaming
That all of our scheming
Must end with a dawn

Then tell me again
Love is not in vain
That it will remain, dear
When summer is gone