Darling behave, though your boy is gone, or so we’ve heard
I feel you would rise if it was a song who’d say these words
Summer comes with its color all to take your breath away
Winter turns all the summer’s love to grey
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Darling behave, though the barnyard won’t say where he’s gone
I feel you would sing if the orchard let on what went wrong
Summer comes, yeah, as loud as hope and takes your breath away
Winter takes what the summer had to say
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