Denis Russos - Sumner in her eyes

She, was my first ever love.
She, was my first breath of summer.
She, was my first taste of spring.
The first, taste of wine, I remember.

She had the summer in her eyes.
she was the promised kiss of springtime.
She had the touch of warm July.
We were in love and she was mine.
She had the summer in her eyes.
she was the promised kiss of springtime.
She had the touch of warm July.
We were in love and she was mine.

She, gave my first, kiss of pain.
She, was my first dark November.
She, was my first drop of rain.
The cold, icy wind, of December.

But, she had the summer in her eyes.

she was the promised kiss of springtime.
She had the touch of warm July.
We were in love and she was mine.
She had the summer in her eyes.
She was the promised kiss of springtime.
She had the touch of warm July.
We were in love and she was mine.
She had the summer in her eyes.
she was the promised kiss of springtime.
She had the touch of warm July.
The smile of love, and she was mine.
She had the summer in her eyes.
she was the promised kiss of springtime.
She had the touch of warm July.
The smile of love, and she was mine