Michel Legrand The Summer Of '42
The summer smiles the summer knows
And un-ashamed, she sheds her clothes
The summer smoothes the restless sky
And lovingly she warms the sand on which you lie
The summer knows the summer's wise
She sees the doubts within your eyes
And so she takes here summer time
Tell the moon to wait and the sun to linger
Twists the world round her summet finger
Let you see the wonder of it all
And if you've learned your lesson well
There's little more for her to tell
One last cares it's time to dress for fall
