I've always loved summer's dying days
i've always been that kind

these days of warmth and nights of cold
these days of calm surrender

the leaves haven't fallen quite yet
there are stars in the morning

i've always lived on the margins of seasons
i've always been that kind

there are crow feathers in the grass
I can't love that which does not die

fireflies dim like memories of stars
crickets sing slowly at night

north of here you can see the bones of trees
summer lives longer south of here

the dying days of summer
they always reminded me of you

your hair always smelled like the sun on the leaves
things that fall before the wind

let's whisper of things that time lays bare
twilit fields and cities

there are no hours during summer's dying days
there's only being beautiful and young

in the morning let's look at stars
I will love you until my dying days