Sitting by my bedroom window;
Feeling bit lonely and blue.
I have just been crying into my pillow;
We were so good friends that we stuck to each other like glue.
Why won't you talk to me?
Now you have made my heart cold and black.
I'm crying for you can't you see,
so please come back.
The summer came and went;
You still weren't here.
I remember that lovely summer scent;
I notice once again that on my cheek there is a tear.
By someone