Among the trees I have lain and passed my golden days Among the trees I have spent all my summers in a haze Of lazy afternoons, watching all the rain As it patterns the verandah, then disappears again Come the sun... How I wish I could return to those summers once again How I wish I could just sit in the presence of a friend Making music or just listening to the birds so far from sight Watching as the dark shades of evening turn to night Gone the sun... Among the trees I have lain and passed my golden days Among the trees I have spent all my summers in a haze Of lazy afternoons, watching all the rain As it patterns the verandah, then disappears again Gone the sun...