Summer Sweetheart - The Ames Brothers

Tell me that you love me

Say I’m not a summer sweetheart

Left to cry when summer

Laughter’s gone

And tell me that you need me

Say I’m not a summer sweetheart

Left alone with winter coming on

And tell when the beach umbrellas

Are no longer on the sand

When leaves fall on the tennis court

We’ll still be hand in hand

Oh, let me hear you say though

We began as summer sweethearts

We found love that never will be old

The summer love that never

Will grow cold

Oh, let me hear you say though

We began as summer sweethearts

We found love that never will be old

The summer love that never

Will grow cold