We wandered through the summertime
And drifted into fall;
We never thought of win - ter 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 for - ev - er - more,
No matter how we try --
The trouble with hello is good - bye.