The Door into Summer

Fading through the door into summer
Fading through the door into summer
With his travel logs of 'maybe next year' places
Fading through the door into summer

And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Yes, he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band

As he finds out there's been no one keeping score
As a trade-in for a name upon the door
Fading through the door into summer
The children left King Midas there as they found him
And he pays for it with years he cannot buy back with his tears
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand

Fading through the door into summer
In his counting house where nothing counts but more
And the laughter from a distant caravan

And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer
And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band

And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan