The trees on the mountains are cold and bare,
The summer jus' vanished and left them there,
Like a false hearted lover, just like my own,
Who made me love him, then left me alone.
The coals on the hearth have turned grey and sere,
The blue flame jus' vanished and left them there,
Like a false hearted lover, jest like my own,
Who made me love him, then left me alone.
Come back o summer, come back blue flame,
My heart wants warmin', my baby a name,
Come back o lover if jus' fer a day,
Turn bleak December once more into May.
The road up ahead lies lonely and far,
There's darkness around me and not even a star,
To show me the way or lighten my heart,
Come back o lover I fain would start.
The poor baby fox lies all cold in his lair,
His mama jus' vanished and left him there,
Like a false hearted lover jest like my own,
Who made me love him, then left me alone.