Cheryl Wheeler - Summers almost over

Summer's almost over and I'm ^Amcrying, but I don't know ^Cwhy ^GSentimental old fool, ^Amweeping for this blue, blue ^Csky And the ^Dway the cat is sleeping and the ^Cway the garden grew ^DWagging dogs who lick my face and the ^Cway I feel for you ^D

^GPaddling in the kayaks, with my ^Amsister, through the quiet ^Ccreek ^GMoon upon the water and the ^Amriver breeze upon my ^Ccheek And the ^Dway my father shuffles with his ^Ccourage and his cane And the ^Dway September bluffs and feints 'til ^Cautumn falls again ^D

^GSummer's almost over and I'm ^Amcrying, but I don't know ^Cwhy ^{G Am G D}

A ^Gparty for my birthday and a ^Amtractor for my 50 ^Cyears ^GSwallows at their bird play, spin and ^Amdive above the new mown ^Cfields And a ^Dweek in Colorado reading ^Cbooks with my best friend And the ^Dthing I knew I couldn't do and ^Cnow I know I can ^D

Who could ^Ghelp but welcome autumn and the ^Ampromise of the winter ^Csnows? Still there's ^Gsomething sweet and wistful as I ^Amwatch this lovely summer ^Cgo But the ^Dsun is sinking sooner and the ^Cweeds have won at last With the ^Dberries on the bushes and the ^Ccrickets in the grass

^GSummer's almost over and I'm ^Amcrying, but I don't know ^Cwhy