| As I lay here all alone I feel the darkness coming on
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| It’s too late to try to catch the sinking sun
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| But the seasons of my mind they’re walking back through summer time
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| When the sun was bright and our new love was blind
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| Roselee won’t you come and walk through summertime with me
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| At your mother’s house tonight I kissed the sunshine of my life
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| As I tucked him in his little baby bed
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| When I turned to walk away my thoughts ran back to yesterday
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| When I held you close to me and softly said
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| Roselee I can see in him a part of you and me
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| At the market place today I overheard somebody say
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| In three short weeks you’d marry my best friend
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| But the seasons of your mind will walk again through summertime
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| When you feel me in the touch of my son’s hand
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| Roselee you’ll be walking with the living end of me
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| With my hand clutched to my head they’ll find me in this lonely bed
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| Where you told me you were through with loving me
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| Maybe then your seasons mind will walk again through summertime
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| When our sun is shining six feet over me
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| Roselee yes your leaving took the living out of me |