the summer knows
sinatra, frank
she sheds her clothes. the summer smoothes the restless sky
and lovingly she warms the sand on which you lie. the summer knows
she sees the doubts within your eyes
and so she takes her summertime
tells the moon to wait and the sun to linger
twist the world around her summer finger. lets you see the wonder of it all
and if you learned your lesson well
there's little more for her to tell
it's time to dress for fall.