I have often wondered if this song was an epitaph that Randy wrote for himself... that he knew his season was coming to an end.
Summer’s End ©2018 Randy McSorley
[G] [Cm] [G] [Am] [D7]
When the [G] days are growing [Dm] shorter
And the [C] sun is hanging [Cm] low
When the [G] birds take flight for warmer [Dm] quarters
I [C] watch and so I [Cm] know
That an-[G] other warm season’s [Cm] coming to a [G] close [Am] [D7]
When the [G] moon on the hor-[Dm] izon
Shines on [C] fields of orange and [Cm] gold
When O- [G] rion’s stars are [Dm] risin’
There are [C] tales that should be [Cm] told
Of an-[G] other warm season [Cm] coming to a [G] close
So [C] many brilliant days be-[G] hind
So [Cm] many wondrous times a-[Am] head [D7]
When the [G] days are growing [Dm] shorter
And the [C] sun is hanging [Cm] low
When the [G] birds take flight for warmer [Dm] quarters
I [C] watch and so I [Cm] know
That an-[G] other warm season’s [Cm] coming to a [G] close [Am] [D7]
If you [G] think of sunny [Dm] meadows
All the [C] joy and all the [Cm] cheer
And the [G] sand that’s between your [Dm] toes
There is [C] nothing you can [Cm] fear
As an-[G] other cold season’s [Cm] going to be [G] here
When the [G] days are growing [Dm] shorter
And the [C] sun is hanging [Cm] low
When the [G] birds take flight for warmer [Dm] quarters
I [C] watch and so I [Cm] know
That an-[G] other warm season’s [Cm] coming to a [G] close