Summer You're the Middle Child

A song to welcome the solstice.

photo by Mark Elliott

Summer, you’re the middle child
Always so agreeable
But all I do is waste your time
Barefoot in your shallow creek
Oh how selfish I can be
Thinking that you’ll always be mine

Lazy days don’t pay ‘em any mind
But how I’ll miss them when we say goodbye

Summer we are both the same
Always trying to keep the peace
But wind up taking most of the blame
You see me for who I am
When it seems that no one can
 You beg me to come out and play

In your firefly fields and your honeysuckle breeze
Watching clouds sail by in the grass beneath the trees

Oh, I will remember you
Will you remember me
And will we ever feel this free

Summer we’re the best of friends
But you are loyal to a fault
You keep secrets I need to know
I see what the truth is worth
Sometimes it’s supposed to hurt
The time has come for you to go

The sun promises what the colder nights betray
Endless hours of a disappearing day

I will remember you
Will you remember me
And will we ever feel this free

Oh, I will remember you
Will you remember me
And will we ever feel this free again

Summer, you’re the middle child
Always so agreeable
But all I do is waste your time

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• a song by Mark Elliott & Dana Cooper

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