Summer holidays,
I bid romance adieu.
Locked my heart away
One sunny day
To keep it true
For romance is a thing
That blooms in the spring,
Then hides from the summer sun.
Birds an bees
And things like these
Take their pleasures when the autumn comes.
(Nice to see you, how ya doin!)

Pulled the curtains down,
Turned my eyes from the sky
For the August breeze
Brings memories
Of days gone by.
Surely nothing to fear
From gossip I hear,
But what is this ache inside?
Is it just my foolish pride?

* Hell or heaven
Which way will romance lay?
News at seven
Not even they can say
So I'll wait for the fall
When once again you call
And once more I hear you say
You love me as I love you.

Surely nothing to fear
From rumours I hear,
As scandalous as they seem.
Or is this a foolish dream?

* repeat

Rumours come, and rumours go
Foolish as a summer snow,
You'll return to me, I know...