Darling behave, though your boy is gone, or so we've heard
Ophelia would rise if it was her song and say these words
"Summer comes with its color all to take your breath away
Winter turns all the summer's love to gray"
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Darling behave, though the barnyard won't say where he's gone
Ophelia would sing if the orchard let her what went wrong
"Summer comes, yeah, as loud as hope and takes your breath away
Winter takes what the summer had to say"
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