Composer：Victor Young
Everytime I Hear The Breeze,
Whispering In The Willow Trees.
I Am filled With Memories
Of My Summer Love.
When The August Moon Was Low
With Hearts Aglow,
Two Strangers Kissed.
Then Just Like The August Moon.
Too Soon You Had Vanished In The Mist.
Now The Willow Trees Are Bare,
Autumn's Chill Is In The Air.
Still I'm Searching Everywhere,
For My Summer Love.
Though The Night Is Dark In Dreams,
It Seems I See The August Moon Above
And I Pray Once More It Will Come
And Bring Back My Summer Love.
Though The Night Is Dark In Dreams,
It Seems I See The August Moon Above
And I Pray Once More It Will Come
And Bring Back My Summer Love.