With nostalgia found in summer dreams,
we will be happy, together again,
in yonder fields by shores of the sea,
we will sing of our love in simple refrain.
Can you hear me my dear? I am calling,
in summery breeze, 'neath the foliage shade,
soon autumn leaves will be falling,
too late to hear a melodious serenade.
With nostalgia found in summer dreams,
a lifetime's love could never be in vain;
for where'er I walk is where you will be...
our beautiful first love over again.