The Last Winter
Mike Van Portfleet
Quiet, until springtime
And the cold winter air seems so far away from the
Summertime
And we will wait until springtime
And we will wait for the gentle breeze of the
Summertime
As we move through this winter town
One last look, one last day, but so far away from the
Summertime
We'll be glad when we leave this cold, fading
Town
But so sad when we think of the gentle breeze of the
Summertime
And we are forever, hey, hey