Summer's Gold
© 2026 Summer’s gold faded long ago the swallows have gone to wherever swallows go I’m just sitting here watching shadows growing long on the wall but my mind is drifting away to another shore and where I’m flying high the sun don’t set 'til late in this candyfloss sky swept along by fate following the wind he'll lead me to you or maybe you're up here somewhere flying high too Winter’s whites are storming in I better find the road home Moon pretty please light up the way While I have been wandering lost and alone the sun h...