SING MY SONG, WILLIE

More than a few years ago, I had a stab at writing a country song.  

I have a long-held ambition to hear Willie Nelson singing this song, hence the country music use of the word "don't" rather than "doesn't" in the chorus.

It started out as summer love,

warm days and loving nights,

picnic fun and country walks,

feather kisses and dizzy heights.

Riding horses across the fields,

wind blowing our cares away,

stetson hats to shade the sun,

on every one of our summer days.

But now it’s over, we’ve drawn the line,

summer’s gone and the sun don’t shine,

what are the reasons who and how,

we’ve closed down for winter now.

Once this room was light and air,

sunbeam rays played on the chair,

we would talk all afternoon,

'til we witnessed the evening moon.

Now the room is dark and cold,

young love is now feeling old,

windows locked and shutters down,

and I look like the saddest clown.

But now it’s over, we’ve drawn the line,

summer’s gone and the sun don’t shine,

what are the reasons who and how,

we’ve closed down for winter now.