[Intro] (A single, long, aching note that sets the melancholy but warm tone) Oooooh... the summer is fading away... [Main Section] (Balancing the long, weeping sustained notes with sudden, joyful trills of memory) Verse 1: The wind blows high through the sycamore trees, (Long, sustained high note) Carrying laughter back on the breeze. (Pitch bend on "back") I remember the sun and the gold on your face, (Rapid trills and flourishes) Before the cold took over the place. Verse 2: (Audible breath intake) The river still flows to the edge of the town, (Sustained note) Bending and turning as the leaves tumble down. (Slow pitch bend) We danced in the shallows, we sang in the rain, (Rapid trills and flourishes) A beautiful joy that is heavy with pain. Chorus: (Building up to the wide vibrato on the closing notes) Oh, the sweet, bitter taste of the days left behind, A thread of your smile in the back of my mind. Hold onto the light as the evening grows old... (Wide, intense vibrato) Before the world turns... cold... [Outro] (To match a final, slow-descending melodic line and an audible final exhale) Ending: Hold onto the light as the evening grows old, The stories we made are the blankets of gold... Let the wind carry us home... (The word "home" is held as the flute plays its final descending notes) (Audible breath out / fade into the room reverb)