Текст (слова) песни: The Monkees - The Door Into Summer
With his fool`s gold stacked up all around him From a killing in the market on the war The children left King Midas there, as they found him In his counting house where nothing counts but more
CHORUS: And he thought he heard the echo of a penny whistle 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
Well, it`s travel onto "maybe next year" `s places As a trade-in for a name upon the door And he pays for every year he cannot buy back with his tears As he finds out there`s been no one keeping score
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