Sérgio Mendes "The Trouble With Hello is Goodbye" lírica

We wandered through the summer time
and drifted into fall.
We never thought of winter
at all

How foolishly we tossed away
the buttercups, the time
Who'd have thought we'd have no more
songs to sing, hills to climb

We summered in each other's arms
and slumbered in the glow
We never heard the whisper
of snow

But summer's not for evermore
no matter how you try
The trouble with hello is goodbye.