Composition: Dave Crusin / Alan Bergman / Marylin Bergman
We wandered through the summertime
And drifted into fall We never thought of winter at all How foolishly we tossed away The buttercups, the time - Who'd have thought We'd have no more songs to sing Hills to climb? We summered in each other's arms And slumbered in the glow We never heard the whisper of snow But summer's not forevermore No matter how we tried - The trouble with hello is goodbye.
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