The Door Into Summer lyrics

With his fool's gold stacked up all around him From a killing in the market on the lawn The children left king Midas there as they found him In his counting house where nothing counts but more And he thought he heard the echoes of a pennywhistle band And the laughter from a distant caravan And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand Fading through the door into summer With his travel arms of many next-year places As a trade-in for a name upon the door And he faced the livid years he cannot Buy back with his tears when he finds out There's been no one keeping score And he thought he heard the echoes of a pennywhistle band And the laughter from a distant caravan And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand Fading through the door into summer Yes, he thought he heard the echoes of a pennywhistle band And the laughter from a distant caravan And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand Fading through the door into summer Fading through the door into summer... Fading through the door into summer....