The Sing-along Summer

I wish it was summerthe sun would shineI had nothing to do but to waste my timewe could hang outriding our bikesI'd shave your headand you could help me with my spikesbut it isn't summerit's cold outsideI'm overworkedand got no timeto do all the things we talked aboutto do all the things we talked aboutI'm gettin my dreads doneyou're growing your hair longnothing's what it used to beI guess I'll have the memories to carry them with meautumn winter springI'll be holding on to yesterday the summer came und went away too fastI wish it was summerthe sun would shineI had nothing to do but to waste my timewe could hang outriding our bikesI'd shave your headand you could help me with my spikesbut it isn't summerit's cold outsideI'm overworkedand got no timeto do all the things we talked aboutto do all the things we talked aboutI'm gettin my dreads doneyou're growing your hair longnothing's what it used to beI guess I'll have the memories to carry them with meautumn winter springI'll be holding on to yesterday the summer came und went away too fast