Summertime, summertime,
Where hath thou vanished to,
In this frigid yearly time,
Thy wings hath flown thee far,
From where we want thou most,
For now we lack thy warmth,
Outdoors is filled with white,
The leaves hath fled,
And the flowers entered slumber,
Waiting evermore for the warmth of thy light,
Winter weather swirling round,
Snow and blizzards rise abound,
Bitter cold the wind be now,
How dost thou allow,
Thy frozen touch,
To hide and mar so much,
And yet thee provide such beauty,
Thy performance of duty,
Hath not much longer,
For the seasons to come be much stronger.