Summer's lastv6

[Verse 1] August burns like July's flame, But summer's breath is growing thin, The golden hours whisper your name, As evenings pull the daylight in. The fields are heavy, ripe and still, The crickets sing a slowing tune, The sun descends beyond the hill, And shadows stretch across the moon. [Chorus] Oh, August, hot as July's heart, But the end is in the air, Every leaf prepares to part, And the wind begins to care. Hold me close before the fall, While the world is still aflame, Summer's last and brightest call, August, burning without shame. [Verse 2] The swimming holes are warm as tears, The ice cream melts on tired tongues, We count the fleeting, golden years In cicada-rattled songs. The nights are short but oh so deep, The stars hang low and thick with dew, A promise that the earth will sleep, And wake in colors bold and new. [Bridge] Don't let go of this fevered glow, This haze of honeyed, hazy light, For soon the northern winds will blow, And scatter all the summer's might. [Chorus] Oh, August, hot as July's heart, But the end is in the air, Every leaf prepares to part, And the wind begins to care. Hold me close before the fall, While the world is still aflame, Summer's last and brightest call, August, burning without shame. [Outro] August, burning without shame, Summer's last and brightest flame.