Among the trees I have laid Passed my golden days Among the trees I have spent Summers in a haze Of lazy afternoons Watching all the rain As it patterns the veranda And disappears again Ah, gone the sun... How I wish to return To the summers once again How I long to be In the presence of a friend Making music or just listening To the birds so far from sight As they watching the dark shades Of evening turn to night Ah, gone the sun... Among the trees I have laid Passed my golden days Among the trees I have spent Summers in a haze Of lazy afternoons Watching all the rain As it patterns the veranda And disappears again Ah, gone the sun...