Friday

He is cooking a fisherman's stew

Archibald patiently waits at his feet

He is whistling a fisherman's tune

Archibald's wagging his tail to the beat

Make the autumn winds turn

Make the flowers still bloom

Turn the clock on the wall to the first day of June

I attempt to freeze time

Keep the sun shining bright

On this very last summer's night

Then he tells her tall tales from the sea

Ghost ships and treasures and strange souvenirs

As he tells her,he's smiling at me

Wide-eyed she listens and draws what she hears

Make the autumn winds turn

Make the flowers still bloom

Turn the clock on the wall to the first day of June

I attempt to freeze time

Keep the sun shining bright

On this very last summer's night

After dinner we walk on the pier

Seagulls are crying and fishing boats creak

Under evening skies perfectly clear

He pulls me in tighter and kisses my cheek

Make the autumn winds turn

Make the flowers still bloom

Turn the clock on the wall to the first day of June

As the sun slowly sinks

I can't help but to think

That we're truly eack other's most valuable things

They say time can't be stopped

But I'll give it a try

As the last summer's night

As the last summer's night

Passes by