If I go back

 The summer is almost over

time goes so fast

And Im thinking of a summer in the past

I was living in a town

A long way from here

the summer was beautiful that year

If I go back

will the town still look the same

if I walk down the street

will you call out my name?

will I hear your voice?

will I see your face again?

I used to walk every morning to the little town square

And one sunny morning, you were sitting there 

And one sunny morning you were sitting there

and the sun was shining on your hair

we were together all that summer

with the sun in our eyes

the sunlight filled the streets

and the summer filled the sky.