Žodžiai dainai: Bobby Goldsboro. Summer (The First Time).

It was a hot afternoon
The last day of June
And the sun was a demon
The clouds were afraid
One-ten in the shade
And the pavement was steaming

I told Billy Ray
In his red Chevrolet
I needed time for some thinking
I was just walking by
When I looked in her eye
And I swore, it was winking

She was 31 and I was 17
I knew nothing about love
She knew everything
But I sat down beside her
On her front porch swing
And wondered what the
Coming night would bring

The sun closed her eyes
As it climbed in the sky
And it started to swelter
The sweat trickled down the
Front of her gown
And I thought it would melt her

She threw back her hair
Like I wasn't there
And she sipped on a julep
Her shoulders were bare
And I tried not to stare
When I looked at her two lips

And when she looked at me
I heard her softly say
I know you're young
You don't know what to do or say
But stay with me until
The sun has gone away
And I will chase the boy in you away

And then she smiled
Then we talked for a while
Then we walked for a mile to the sea
We sat on the sand
And a boy took her hand
But I saw the sun rise as a man

Ten years have gone by
Since I looked in her eye
But the memory lingers
I go back in my mind
To the very first time
And feel the touch of her fingers

It was a hot afternoon
The last day of June
And the sun was a demon
The clouds were afraid
One-ten in the shade
And the pavement was steaming