Music - Billy Strayhorn
Lyrics - Roger Schore, Carole Sloane

Lyrics

Wandering by the waters
Gazing at lotus blossoms
Choosing a pair and one for my hair
An august or two ago

Drunk on the wine of summer
Clinging to one another
Stars soft and pale
We follow the trail
To where the azaleas grow

Hand and hand a world apart
An orange moon appears
Starnes we found and kept remain such haunting memeories

Autumn now finds wondering
Where is the summer hiding
Words that he spoke like
Like autumn’s blue smoke
Has faded into a haze
Gone is the girl, gone is the boy
Gone lotus blossom days
Music - Billy Strayhorn