Lunasa

(One, two, three, one, two, three)

Mid beautiful flowers, bright fields and clear streams
We pass precious hours of summer and dreams
The birds' gentle twitter, the frogs' silver peep
All seem to have faded, while we were asleep

The song we're now hearing is mournful and strange
As the sun starts to set and the leaves start to change
From the hill over yonder, we hear the bulls cry
As the leaves start to fall and the moon starts to rise

Oh, the bulls all howl at the moon
It is full and hung over the hill
The autumn leaves will all be falling soon
And then winter will come in for the kill

But there are still green trees and one last round for the bees
Before we all freeze over for a spell
So let us treasure these moments together
As we sing along, so long and fare thee well

For tonight is the last night of summer, my love
Of the summer of love
Of the summer my love
For tonight is the last night of summer, my love
Of the summer my love (of love)
Of the summer of love (my love)

The beautiful flowers will all fade away
The streams will all freeze and the fields turn to gray
The frogs all will slumber, the birds will take flight
And winter's cold wonder will bid us goodnight