(..) might have passed you by now
And its a cold december
In the heat of next july (now)
Will you or wont 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
