• I can still remember
    Exactly what you said then
    What fire came from embers
    The day summer began again

    I can still feel them
    The tears come down my cheeks
    At last I wasn’t alone again
    In those last few summer weeks

    I can still hear my own words
    My words, they hardly mattered
    Oh, I squealed like a teapot, you should have heard
    As the winter’s hold was shattered

    There was a day of an opening door
    And I could finally dance in the rain
    Because I had something worth dancing for
    The day summer began again.