this morning it was summer,
i remember long ago;
a skylark on my shoulder told me so.
this morning we were lovers,
we were happy,
we were gay.
but now, love,
you are somewhere far away.
you left me in the sunshine,
now there is rain.
i tried so hard to find you,
but all my searching was in vain.
this ev`ning it was winter,
yet my heart sounds this alarm:
this morning it was summer
in your arms.
