(..) might have passed you by now
And it`s a cold December
In the heat of next July (now)
Will you or won`t you remember
Our summer
Will come again
Our Summer
Will melt the ice again
Gypsy whispers with her wild eyes
(So heavy-handed with the heather)
She says a change of heart lies
With a change in the weather
Our summer
Will come again
Our Summer
Will melt the ice again
