A time for memories returning,
a time for heartache and yearning,
shades of blue, crowding through,
as i sit here remembering you.
a time for wondering what happened,
for wondering why did it happen.
no goodbye, not a sigh,
how could love slip away and just dye.
i thought that you, the night, the summertime
were out of sight and out of mind.
yet here you are the night, the summertime
still in my heart, i was blind.
a time for memories returning,
with too much heartache and yearning,
so i better store these dreams away,
like broken toys in the attic the memories
of my yesterdays