the party is over

Summer's gone this ain't no picnic
So roll me over in the clover
Smile at me and kiss me quick
No more ice cream, no more jelly
No more rock with place names through it
No more season to be silly
No more fivers on some long price filly
It's time to pack and time to quit
Time to turn the heating higher
Time for more logs on the fire
Time for Sunday roast beef dinners
Time for repentance all you sinners
Winter's coming dark winter nights
Winter storms and winter frights
So lock your doors and close your windows
This summer's light has turned to shadows

DD x