- SUMMER OF '69 -
Sometimes when evening falls too soon
 And years slip by too fast,
I shake the autumn from my hair
 And dream of summers past.

How I miss the warming breeze
 Which lingered dusk to dawn
And carried hints of sweet perfume
 From someone's new-mowed lawn.

When "Olli olli oxen free!"
 Rang out from vacant schools,
And "Marco Polo!" ruled the night
 From neighbors' heated pools.

The fireflies wove careless paths
 Among the wishing stars,
Their magic floating within reach
 To trap in jelly jars.

With worn transistor radios,
 Through darkened streets we'd stroll
And search for footprints on the moon
 While humming Rock n' Roll.

Oh! how I wish I could return
 To wish upon a star
Or catch one fleeting summer night
 And keep it in a jar.