I've never been a giant fan of Summer; it's too hot.
I'm ready to leave it behind and head into Autumn.
Even though I leave this Summer with a wistful look over my shoulder . . .
This was my last Summer in America, Ohio, Beach City for a long, long time.
And boy, was it a dandy. Maybe the biggest summer of my whole young life.
I think I'm ready though, ready for Autumn and everything else that'll come along.
"Life has loveliness to sell ,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
Holy thoughts that star the night . . . "