Summer's Almost Over

Summer's almost over and I'm crying but I don't know why

Sentimental old fool, weeping for this blue, blue sky

And the way the cat is sleeping and the way the garden grew

Wagging dogs who lick my face and the way I feel for you

Paddling in the kayaks, with my sister, through the quiet creek

Moon upon the water and the river breeze upon my cheek

And the way my Father shuffles with his courage and his cane

And the way September bluffs and feints till autumn falls again

Oh summer's almost over and I'm crying but I don't know why

A party for my birthday and a tractor for my 50 years

Swallows at their bird play spin and dive above the new mown fields

And a week in Colorado reading books with my best friend

And the thing I knew I couldn't do and now I know I can

Who could help but welcome autumn and the promise of the winter snow?

Still there's something sweet and wistful as I watch this lovely summer go

But the sun is sinking sooner and the weeds have won at last

With the berries on the bushes and the crickets in the grass

Oh summer's almost over and I'm crying but I don't know why