| When the days go short and the summers done | |
| now the chill is in the air | |
| I cannot believe that the times come end, | |
| that our last day is here | |
| Tomorrow we will go home. Today we'll sing | |
| our song | |
| Together, together | |
| It's not goodby what's so long just for now | |
| I'll be yours to the end | |
| Don't you cry extra ill come around | |
| It's not goodbye but I'll see you again | |
| fire flies and tain of nights and the sound | |
| of your guitar | |
| A summer breeze through the maple trees that | |
| swing in our warmy arm | |
| photographs won't fade the memories we've | |
| made | |
| Together, together | |
| It's not goodby what's so long just for now | |
| I'll be yours to the end | |
| Don't you cry extra ill come around | |
| It's not goodbye but I'll see you again | |
| Just remember that I'll be right here | |
| You have summer. It's day of a year. | |
| Cause always be near | |
| It's not goodby what's so long just for now | |
| I'll be yours to the end | |
| Don't you cry extra ill come around | |
| It's not goodbye but I'll see you again | |
| Make the new friends but keep the old | |
| one in silver and the others gold |