Lunasa

(One, two, three, one, two, three)
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 Mid beautiful flowers, bright fields and clear streams
 We pass precious hours of summer and dreams
 The birds' gentle twitter, the frogs' silver peep
 All seem to have faded, while we were asleep
 The song we're now hearing is mournful and strange
 As the sun starts to set and the leaves start to change
 From the hill over yonder, we hear the bulls cry
 As the leaves start to fall and the moon starts to rise
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 Oh, the bulls all howl at the moon
 It is full and hung over the hill
 The autumn leaves will all be falling soon
 And then winter will come in for the kill
 But there are still green trees and one last round for the bees
 Before we all freeze over for a spell
 So let us treasure these moments together
 As we sing along, so long and fare thee well
 
 For tonight is the last night of summer, my love
 Of the summer of love
 Of the summer my love
 For tonight is the last night of summer, my love
 Of the summer my love (of love)
 Of the summer of love (my love)
 The beautiful flowers will all fade away
 The streams will all freeze and the fields turn to gray
 The frogs all will slumber, the birds will take flight
 And winter's cold wonder will bid us goodnight