A Bright Summer's Day

It was a bright summer’s day 

When she told me 

That she had to go away.

Her words filled me with dismay, 

When she told me that soon she’d be free; 

It was a bright summer’s day. 

Back then, I was bright and gay, 

Unaware that she wanted to flee,

That she had to go away.

And here I am today, 

Still wondering what it was I could not see; 

It was a bright summer’s day.

To this day, I still wonder what could have made her stay

And what it was that did, to her, guarantee

That she had to go away 

If I saw her again, I do not know what could convey 

That I now understand and may perhaps agree; 

It was a bright summer’s day, 

That she had to go away.