Going To Summerland - A September Song by Lady Bleu

Don’t tell me when you go to Summerland without me,

For surely then I will cry.

Don’t tell me with sweet kisses and smiles,

For then I will know it is goodbye.

Tears of sadness followed by tears of understanding,

Because I know Summerland is the place you will go.

Just hold me one more time before you leave me,

For tears of joy instead of sorrow will flow.

Don’t tell me you are going without me,

But if you must and I somehow know,

Remember me when you get there

For Summerland is also where I will go.