Текст песни The Monkees - The Door Into Summer
The Monkees - The Door Into Summer слова песни
With his fool`s gold stacked up all around himFrom a killing in the market on the warThe children left King Midas there, as they found himIn his counting house where nothing counts but moreCHORUS:And he thought he heard the echo of a penny whistle bandAnd the laughter from a distant caravanAnd the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sandFading through the door into summerWell, it`s travel onto "maybe next year" `s placesAs a trade-in for a name upon the doorAnd he pays for every year he cannot buy back with his tearsAs he finds out there`s been no one keeping scoreCHORUS...