When the winter winds blow cold and I start to know I'm old

I remember things we did in the summer of my life

Things we thought and things we dreamed how one likely they've all seemed

Yet they warm the days I live in the summer of my life

Laughing crying each to each tender hands can easy reach

Private things we used to say I still recall today

Now those golden days're gone still my love goes on and on

Love I shared with you when love was there so new what happened to we two

In the summer of my life