| Song | Summer Wind |
| Artist | Don Cherry |
| Album | 6 Best Friends: It's Magic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The summer wind came blowin' in across the sea | |
| It lingered there to touch your hair, and walk with me | |
| All summer long we sang a song and strolled the golden sand | |
| Two sweethearts and the summer wind | |
| Like painted kites the days and nights went flyin’ by | |
| The world was new beneath the blue umbrella sky | |
| Then softer than a piper man one day it called to you | |
| I lost you to the summer wind | |
| The autumn wind and the winter winds have come and gone | |
| And still the days, those lonely days go on and on | |
| And guess who sighs his lullabies through nights that never end | |
| My fickle friend, the summer wind | |
| The summer wind, the summer wind |
| The summer wind came blowin' in across the sea | |
| It lingered there to touch your hair, and walk with me | |
| All summer long we sang a song and strolled the golden sand | |
| Two sweethearts and the summer wind | |
| Like painted kites the days and nights went flyin' by | |
| The world was new beneath the blue umbrella sky | |
| Then softer than a piper man one day it called to you | |
| I lost you to the summer wind | |
| The autumn wind and the winter winds have come and gone | |
| And still the days, those lonely days go on and on | |
| And guess who sighs his lullabies through nights that never end | |
| My fickle friend, the summer wind | |
| The summer wind, the summer wind |
| The summer wind came blowin' in across the sea | |
| It lingered there to touch your hair, and walk with me | |
| All summer long we sang a song and strolled the golden sand | |
| Two sweethearts and the summer wind | |
| Like painted kites the days and nights went flyin' by | |
| The world was new beneath the blue umbrella sky | |
| Then softer than a piper man one day it called to you | |
| I lost you to the summer wind | |
| The autumn wind and the winter winds have come and gone | |
| And still the days, those lonely days go on and on | |
| And guess who sighs his lullabies through nights that never end | |
| My fickle friend, the summer wind | |
| The summer wind, the summer wind |