Spike Milligan
It was summer -
On the lake hung a golden haze,
It was summer -
It was one of those endless days,
So we walked thru' a field of clover
and then over
a sheep-spun hill
And it seemed it would last for ever
and it did - until
Came the evening,
we swung on a garden gate,
It was heaven,
you were seven and I was eight.
And we watched the stars suspended,
Walking home down an apple lane,
Me and Rosie,
a doll,
a daisy chain,
On an evening that would never come again.
