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  • A Summer Place

    Summer was gone, fall was in full color

    I woke up to the sound of a cold rain

    Wrapped in a memory as tears grip my face

    Like raindrops hugging the window pane


    An image embedded in my head

    still remains and keeps coming back

    Keeps coming back in a song, a summer place


    Every time I think about that song

    I picture you and me on that beach

    Strange how a song sounds like a memory

    Like a recording of a summer’s day

    Somewhere, somewhere only we know.




    I go back to when I first saw you

    Swayin’ to the rhythm of the waves

    On that lonely stretch of sand

    I caught your glance, and got lost in your eyes

    You said hi and in that moment, I was captured

    I found a love for me hidden in the sand




    I go back to when we walked together

    Barefoot in the sand, hand in hand

    We stopped at the water’s edge

    The soft sensuous touch of the breeze

    embraced us and we had our first dance

    listening to the song a summer place







    I go back to when we were sitting

    On that lonely shore, the sun dipping

    Into the sea, the scent of jasmine

    Filling our senses, we got high,

    Then we kissed. In that moment,

    I knew we belonged together




    I didn’t want this day to end

    I didn’t want this day to ever ever end






    Every time I think about that song

    I picture you and me on that beach

    Strange how a song sounds like a memory

    Like a recording of a summer’s day

    Somewhere, somewhere only we know.

    Somewhere, somewhere only we know.















  • #2
    The sound that places
    crosstalk memories.
    Songs for Babyboomer
    alzheimer reveries.

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