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Summer's gone. It's winter's fault my summer went away,
Summer's gone, summer's gone and winter she's to blame.
Make up your mind,
Every year, you come 'round here.
Please shine your light on me,
I'm paper thin, you can look right in and see that I'm in love with you.
Nights are getting long,
Swallows have gone, following the sun
There's a chill in the air
Dog days are off the leash, chasing snowballs on the beach
I remember lying hand in hand,
Sand got everywhere, ohhh, but I didn't care,
Got my factor thirty on,
We had safe sun but I got burnt,
Man that really hurt.
I've got my beanie on,
I'm hot, I'm cold... This is getting old,
So I went to see the weather man,
He said warm
spells
on
the
way.
This time I think it's here to stay!
- Album:
- Matching Sweaters
- The Boathouse
- Chicken Boxer
- Cabbage
- Bring Yer Wellies
- Gaelic Storm
- Miscellaneous
- Tree
- Full Irish: The Best of Gaelic Storm 2004 – 2014
- Herding Cats
- How Are We Getting Home?
- Special Reserve
- The Rock Boat IX
- Drink-a-Longs, Vol. 1
- The Rock Boat XIV
- Les Trésors Celtes
- The Rock Boat VI
- The Rock Boat VII
- Cabbage (Deluxe Version)
- Pittsburgh Irish Festival