Lord, give me to the one that makes me whole
I am wholly devoted to the woman I adore
But in the summertime, she'll be gone
When there's no more light, I am yours
Lord, give me to the one that makes me whole
I am wholly devoted to the woman I adore
But in the summertime, she'll be gone
When there's no more light, I am yours . . . I am yours
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
But in the summertime, she'll be gone
When there's no more light, I am yours . . . I am yours