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Teddy Thompson - Saratoga Summer Song, Belfast Ulster Hall 2012. Rufus Wainwright, Kate McGarrigle

You and I, as young adults,
We proved ourselves, we showed results.
Like cats and dogs who've undergone a fix.
Fashionably cynical, and love to us was clinical.
Long ago, we gave up getting our kicks.
But the summer sun came down on all.
It was fun to feel, fun to fall into a sloppy teenage scene.
Gossiping and having crushes, dimming lights to hide our blushes.
My god, I thought I was sixteen.
All those happy hours, turn the green buds into flowers.
This crazy summer is over, no more bees, no more clover.
And the rope by the swimming hole swings by the weight of the wind.
Skidmore girls come back to town, all the freaks head underground
And we who are free, swing like that rope on tree.
We danced and played some tennis, made love with Fred or Dennis.
We drank lots of beer and ate a whole lot of food.
We put our bodies to the sun, forgot the sea and everyone.
We swam dressed and we swam nude.
And the New York City ballet dancers danced for all the
Neighbourhood cancers,
Who were celebrating their birthdays in the sun.
And all that sun brought dope and lust and we weren't
Too smart and we had a burst, but nobody slept alone.
Night caught up with day, summer went away.
This crazy summer is passed now.
Sunrise to sunset is fading fast now.
And I hope is to swing like the rope on that tree.
So bring back the bagels,
Bring back the lachs. Let's have another vernal equinox.
Bring back the laughs, bring back the tears,
Bring back the beers, bring back the dope and the rope.