Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from a flower

Somewhere in April time, they add another hour



I guess I'd better think up a way to spend my time

Just when I'm ready to sit inside, it's summer time

Should I go fishing or get a friend to hang around

It's back to summer, back to basics, hang around



Getting drunk out on the beach, or playing in a band

And getting out of school meant getting out of hand



Was this your celebrated summer? Was that your celebrated summer?



Then the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds

I summer where I winter at, and no one is allowed there



Do you remember when the first snowfall fell

When summer barely had a snowball's chance in Hel

Writer : ROBERT ARTHUR MOULD
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