Alba s touto skladbou:
The Ghost Who Walks,
Mid beautiful flowers
Bright fields and clear streams
We pass precious hours
Of summer and dreams
The birds' gentle twitter
The frog's silver peep
All seem to have faded
While we were asleep
The song we're now hearing
Is mournful and strange
As the sun starts to set and
The leaves start to change
From the hill over yonder
We hear the bulls cry
As the leaves start to fall and
The moon starts to rise
Oh the bulls all howl at the moon
It is full and hung over the hill
The autumn leaves will all be falling soon
And then winter will come in for the kill
But there are still green trees
And one last round for the bees
Before we all freeze
Over for a spell
So let us treasure
These moments together
As we sing along
So long and fare thee well
For tonight is the last night of summer
My love
Of the summer
Of love
Of the summer
My love
For tonight is the last night of summer
My love
Of the summer
Of love
Of the summer
My love
The beautiful flowers
Will all fade away
The streams will all freeze and
The fields turn to gray
The frogs all will slumber
The birds will take flight
And winter's cold wonder
Will bid us goodnight
