Our Summer
Andy Cousin / Tim Bricheno
How cruel am I to pass you by now
And it's a cold December
In the heat of next July now
Will you or won't you remember
Our summer
Will come again
Our Summer
Melts the ice again
Gypsy whispers with her wild eyes
So heavy-handed with the heather
She says a change of heart lies
With the change in the weather
Our summer
Will come again
Our Summer
Melts the ice again
{The darkest night has a morning
The coldest winters melt to spring
A skyful of honeybees swarming
Could you swear you never felt a thing
}