We wandered through the summertime And drifted into fall; We never thought of win - ter at all. How foolishly we tossed away The buttercups, the time -- Who'd have thought We'd have no more songs to sing, Hills to climb? We summered in each other's arms And slumbered in the glow; We never heard the whisper of snow. But summer's not for - ev - er - more, No matter how we try -- The trouble with hello is good - bye.