1 There’s a purple tint on the woodland leaves,
And the winds are up all day;
There’s a rustling heard in the yellow sheaves,
And it seems to sadly say:

Refrain:
Sweet summer,
Sweet summer,
Sweet summer’s gone away.
Sweet summer,
Sweet summer,
Sweet summer’s gone away.

2 By the sparkling brook no roses peep,
And the bees no longer stray;
And the butterflies have gone to sleep,
And the locust trills all day. [Refrain]

3 On the browning fields the spider spins,
Where the lambs no longer play;
And the cricket now his chirp begins,
And the quail is whistling gay. [Refrain]

4 There are loving arms for baby dear,
Tho’ the skies are chill and gray,
And a cozy home nest all the year,
And sweet kisses ev'ry day. [Refrain]