Summertime’s in short supply
and the leaves are dusty, dry
August gasps for one last breath
from the still and sultry sky
I reach out to hold your hand as the moment passes by
I hope you’ll help me to recall
your touch in the winter light.

Teach me to remember, help me not to forget
your summer touch.

I am fingering my wedding band
when I feel my father’s hand
he is lifting me up off the beach
from the scalding summer sand
I reach out to hold him tight as he walks into the tide
the waves break cold and hard and fast
I am laughing at his side.

Teach me to remember, help me not to forget
your summer touch.

She’s all dressed up in Queen Anne’s Lace
when I kiss her pretty face
the meadow’s noisy summer hum
has melted the snow away
purple clover in my mind
obscures the frozen mud
I bundle up and shake myself
to chase the chill within my blood.

Teach me to remember, help me not to forget
your summer touch.