A time for memories returning, A time for heartache and yearning, Shades of blue, crowding through, as I sit here remembering you. A time for wondering what happened, For wondering why did it happen. No goodbye, not a sigh, How could love slip away and just dye. I thought that you, the night, the summertime Were out of sight and out of mind. Yet here you are the night, the summertime still in my heart, I was blind. A time for memories returning, With too much heartache and yearning, so I better store these dreams away, Like broken toys in the attic the memories Of my yesterdays