When I closed my eyes, she was sitting there,
deep blue denim and sun-kissed hair,
feet dangling from the dock, calling me by name.
Well,
before we knew it,
we was jumping in,
way deeper
than we had ever been,
then making our way to a sweet spot under the shade.
And every time I go down on the river
and watch those ripples wash away,
I can't help
but curse September for stealing her away.
The memories just don't fade,
like those long summer days.
Oh yeah.
Yeah,
we were laying low,
the moon was getting high,
my Yankee doodledandy and American Pie,
I was stoking fire and the heat was coming on strong.
Yeah,
we were hopping tops and telling tales,
strumming my guitar,
Lord,
it never fails.
We were there all night,
but it didn't take long.
Every time I go down on the river and watch those ripples wash away,
well,
I can't help but curse September for stealing her away.
Cause the memories just don't fade,
like those long summer days.
I can't rewind the days I know,
but if I could, that's where I'd go.
Every time I go down on the river and watch those ripples wash away,
I can't help but curse September for stealing her away.
The memories just don't fade,
like those long summer days.
Like those long, long summer days.
Yeah,
we were laying low,
the moon was getting high.
Long, long summer days.