Summer's almost over and I'm crying but I don't know why   Sentimental old fool, weeping for this blue, blue sky   And the way the cat is sleeping and the way the garden grew   Wagging dogs who lick my face and the way I feel for you.      Paddling in the kayaks, with my sister, through the quiet creek   Moon upon the water and the river breeze upon my cheek   And the way my Father shuffles with his courage and his cane   And the way September bluffs and feints till autumn falls again   Oh, summer's almost over and I'm crying but I don't know why.      A party for my birthday and a tractor for my 50 years   Swallows at their bird play spin and dive above the new mown fields   And a week in Colorado reading books with my best friend   And the thing I knew I couldn't do and now I know I can.      Who could help but welcome autumn and the promise of the winter snow?   Still there's something sweet and wistful as I watch this lovely summer go   But the sun is sinking sooner and the weeds have won at last   With the berries on the bushes and the crickets in the grass   Oh, summer's almost over and I'm crying but I don't know why...