The Doors. Summer's Almost Gone. Zeneszám

Summer's almost gone,
Summer's almost gone,
Almost gone, yeh, it's almost gone
Where will we be when the summer's gone?

Morning found us calmly unaware,
Noon burned gold into our hair,
At night we swam the laughing sea
When summer's gone, where will we be?

Summer's almost gone,
Summer's almost gone
We had some good times but they're gone
The winter's coming on, summer's almost gone