When the winter winds blow cold and I start to know I'm old I remember things we did in the summer of my life Things we thought and things we dreamed how one likely they've all seemed Yet they warm the days I live in the summer of my life Laughing crying each to each tender hands can easy reach Private things we used to say I still recall today Now those golden days're gone still my love goes on and on Love I shared with you when love was there so new what happened to we two In the summer of my life