The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
Shall I begin with your rare hair
Heaven to press my face against?
Eyes to bring me to despair...
Summer’s last day it might be said
Holidays end, soon schools return
Then for another spring we yearn...
