Summer's gone and no songbirds
are singing because you're gone—
gone from my arms, gone from my lips
but still in my heart.
What to do? Oh, I'm left here
just crying over you.
Oh, I'm so blue. What can I do
now that you're gone?
The days, they prolong
now that you're gone
my nights—they leave me blue (oh so blue).
I don't know why there are tears in my eyes
Can it mean
I'm still in love with you?
Summer's gone and no songbirds
are singing, oh, because you're gone—
gone from my arms (my arms), gone from my lips (lips)
but still in my heart (still in my heart).