The last of the summer wine
The blossom soon begins to fade
A lonely bird high on a hill sings,
Autumn's on its way

The memories of summers gone
like passing shadows cross my mind
Reflections of the yesterdays
that made our summer wine

The misty haze of golden days
when we were young
That heady joy of finding love
and love passing on

The last of the summer wine
The sweet bouquet of memories
when days were long and nights so warm
I still remember these

We laughed and loved--maybe too well
The best laid-plans of yours and mine
got left behind, time went too fast
Just like our summer wine

Though shadows grow longer now
leaves start to fall
I still feel the warmth of your touch
But most of all, this cup of life of ours we drank

Now grapes are few upon the vine
so let us toast the vintage years
the last of our summer wine
and always remember this,
the promise that I made to you
This summer wine of ours my love
will last our whole lives through.