The summer's breeze is cooling all it's heat;

And in the light of sun, all flowers bloom,

To form an art of such delightful feat,

For all but poor me in my lonely room.

Sweet birdies are singing amusing tune;

And all the trees are dancing to their sound,

In the prime summer time of shiny June,

When joy and fun, be in most people found.

But in this cheerful time, I find no joy,

Despite the scenery of such great charm;

And for the cheerful songs, my heart just pine,

For one girl went cold, who used to be warm.

No fun in this world could bring me joy back,

When you in your heart, a place for me lack.