Summer's Almost Over

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