Peter & The Wolf Where Summer Goes
By the cliffs of ?the hoya?
Far from my troubles, is the strangest fog I've ever seen
Appeared upon the water
Covered the ocean
Called to me just like a dream
Oh you don't have to say a word
Every traveler knows
Like the wise migrating bird
We go where summer goes
Oh my brother how I wish I was there on the porch with
the boys and a bottle today
Well you know my head is so full of trouble sometimes
Nah-nah nah-nah hey hey hey
Oh you don't have to say a word
Every traveler knows
Like the wise migrating bird
We go where summer goes
