These glowing lights tonight

They sing a song

This night is young, so very callow

But it sings; it's been here for way too long



Tonight,

With these brimming, all-seeing lights

That lies against these dark skies

Whilst the poet gazes upon it and sighs: “My, does the time fly!”



These August Nights

Are so plainly in sight

But not here before me

But the ones disclosed in distant memory



Those short nights

Have come and gone

But this year, those nights

Have become grown far too long



This night, these cold August Nights

And the coming of fall

These nights I'm afraid

Have become far too long