the girls in their summer dresses

Harry Belafonte

I remember summer morning
Dawning light and bright and gay
And the girls in their summer dresses
Walking, Walking on their way

I remember distant laughter
Afternoons of past Julys
And the girls in their summer dresses
With their secret smiling eyes

Tender arms so smooth and slender
Downy and brown from sunlit days
Wrapped in evening silvery splendor
Resting on tables in dim cafs

I remember midsummer night times
Midsummer night dreams I recall
But the girls in their summer dresses
I remember most of all

I remember sad September
Dying summers brave display
And one sweet girl in her summer dress
Who softly swiftly slipped away