Again

by Biancardi and Hayes
Copyright 2016 Strange Houses

All the colors changing
When the leaves start falling
And the cold is calling
Winter slowly drawing in

Now my breath is steaming
And the birds are fleeing
I think of summer beaches
Will they ever come again?

Again….Again…Again

Think of us much younger
No real obligations
Cruisin’ with the top down
Party every weekend!

Seasons always changing
They go by so much faster
They used to last forever
When will they come again?

Again…Again…Again

We grow old together
Love you so much stronger
With you life has meaning
When will it come again?

Again…Again…
I love you, I love you yes I do…Again