♪ Running through the fields of Chevron and Eton ♪
No engine as loud as the Citroen 2CV
Sitting in the orchard painting the trees
Putting on space suits and taking the honey
from the bees
Trying to play a tune on a dusty trumpet
Sitting by the lake doing whatever we wanted
Flying our kites in a never ending garden
Side by side with my mother's brother Old Summers,
living life in golden colours
Killing moonlit nights and I wonder if
we will remember this one like the other
Old Summers,
Old Summers Where the memory of my life started
Where I learned to be brokenhearted As I'm scared,
hard,
we lean on one another
Old Summers,
world's not as kind I'm more cynical now
The jokes are the same but I cannot laugh as loud
A little too long in this endless slumber
Take me to the place of my mother's brother
Old Summers,
living life in golden colours Killing moonlit nights
and I wonder if we will remember this one like the other
Old Summers,
Old Summers Where the memory of my life started
Where I learned to be brokenhearted As I'm scared,
hard,
we lean on one another
Old Summers, Old Summers Old, Old Summers
Old, Old Summers Old,
Old Summers
We won't be the last ones looking at the past We
won't be the first ones wondering if it's the last
So here's to brushing the dust of the
covers Making our memories turn to another
Photograph book where we only get younger
Sitting on the shoulders of my mother's brother
Old Summers,
living life in golden colours Killing moonlit nights
and I wonder if we will remember this one like the other
Old Summers,
Old Summers Where the memory of my life started
Where I learned to be brokenhearted As I'm scared,
hard,
we lean on one another
Old Summers, Old Summers
Hey!
Old, Old Summers