(song lyrics)

Every year has only one July.

Careful! It may find a way to pass you by.

Flies come through the door;

Come November, watch it pour.

Summer, don’t you love me any more?

Looking for a wishbone on your plate,

Hoping for the kind of fish that likes your bait;

Working till you’re sore,

Scared of spending winter poor.

Summer, don’t you love me any more?

(Refrain:)

Used to be, you saw a rose, you smelled it;

Saw a pretty seashell, you held it;

Stopped and watched the fireflies aglow

All in someone else’s life — long ago —

Summer comes for other people now.

I never seem to tan — have I forgotten how?

There’s an ice cream store

I can’t remember what it’s for.

Summer, don’t you love me any more?