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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Joe Dassin
Joe Dassin
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Vito Pallavicini
Vito Pallavicini
Komponist:in
Pasquale Losito
Pasquale Losito
Komponist:in
T. Cutugno
T. Cutugno
Komponist:in
Pierre Delanoë
Pierre Delanoë
Texte
Claude Lemesle
Claude Lemesle
Texte
S. Ward
S. Ward
Komponist:in
Johnny Arthey
Johnny Arthey
Arrangeur:in
Bugatti
Bugatti
Adaptierer:in
Frank Musker
Frank Musker
Adaptierer:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jacques Plait
Jacques Plait
Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You know, I've never been as happy as I was that morning
We were walkin' along the beach a little like this one
It was a rare kind of autumn day that you only find in North America
Over there they call it Indian summer
What it was just our summer
And I can see you now in your long dress
Looking like a beautiful water-colour
And I can remember what I told you that morning
A year ago
A thousand years ago
[Verse 2]
Think of me, when this is just a memory
Will you still be love in me
When the summer is gone?
All my life the taste of you will fill my life
Even when the summer is gone
[Verse 3]
Today I'm far away of not-autumn morning
But it's almost as if I was there
I'm thinkin' of you
Where are you? What are you doin'?
Do I still exist for you?
I'm like a wave drawn by the Moon
Slipping back on the sand, rememberin' the high tides
Rememberin' the happiness in the sun shinin' over the sea
A thousand years ago
Or was it just last year?
[Verse 4]
Think of me, when this is just a memory
Will you still be love in me
When the summer is gone?
All my life the taste of you will fill my life
Even when the summer is gone
[Verse 5]
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[Verse 6]
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[Verse 8]
Think of me, when this is just a memory
Will you still be love in me
When the summer is gone?
Written by: Claude Lemesle, Pasquale Losito, Pierre Delanoë, S. Ward, T. Cutugno, Vito Pallavicini
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