Testo Our Summer

(..) might have passed you by nowAnd it's a cold DecemberIn the heat of next July (now)Will you or won't you rememberOur summerWill come againOur SummerWill melt the ice againGypsy whispers with her wild eyes(So heavy-handed with the heather)Shes ays a change of heart liesWith a change in the weatherOur summerWill come againOur SummerWill melt the ice again