Summer's Game - Jacco Gardner

Summer days are at my door

It won’t be like before

The wind blows softly through my room

Summer dreams are in the air

Some place but I don’t know where

I feel I’ll find her pretty soon

Memories keep rushing by

And I always wonder why

I’ve got to make myself believe

Things will always be the same

All I’ll play is a summer’s game

Golden sunlight at the sea