The summer smiles, the summer knows
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And unashamed she sheds her clothes
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The summer smoothes the restless sky
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And lovingly she warms the sand, on which you lie
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The summer knows, the summer's wise
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She sees the doubts within your eyes
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And so she takes her summertime
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Tells the moon to wait and the sun to linger
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Twists the world round her summer finger
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Lets you see the wonder of it all
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And if you've learned your lesson well
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There's little more for her to tell
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One last caress, it's time to dress, for fall
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And if you've learned your lesson well
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There's little more for her to tell
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One last caress, it's time to dress, for fall
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Theme From Summer Of '42
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| George Benson |
