Paul Mauriat Summer Of '42
The summer smiles, the summer knows And unashamed, 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 her summer time Tells the moon to wait and the sun to linger Twists the world 'round her summer finger Lets you see the wonder of her arms
And if you've learned your lessons well There's little more for her to tell One last caress, it's time to dress for fall
And if you've learned your lesson well There's little more for her to tell One last caress, it's time to dress for fall
