Sons Of Summer - from Playing Possum 1975 It makes me smile To think of what we dreamed of Where are those sons of summer now With their wild-haired women in their patchwork gowns Who could laugh the lights away Nights on the beach and bay The course on farms And the course in the bar Sweet smokin’ in the back of the car Always the first time shines to last like a morning star Like a morning star It’s been a while since the last time we were dancing Where are those sons of summer now With their long-limbed ladies who all knew how To chase the blues away I’ve got the blues today Your ivy days and your clubhouse ways Wine mug nights when the music played Love that is real will not fade away like a morning star Like a morning star Where are those sons of summer now The winter has come And you don’t know how to turn your Dreams into coal Your books won’t hold you The woods get cold And I feel too old I begin to questioning your schoolboy soul Clever remarks that once won my heart When the fire won’t light Will they lose their spark And I can’t help but get a little bit blue Thinking about the precious nothing we once knew