I thought the summer was young
And the blossoms had barely just bloomed
And the tunes of the season still hung
Yet it suddenly left us and now we are doomed
I thought that the summer began
It’s smells had just wafted right through
But the season has picked up and ran
And the leaves have descended in every fall hue
The summer it never was young
It aged long before it appeared
It wilted before it had sprung
And it long so has gone; disappeared...