Monkees - The Door Into Summer Lyrics
With his fools 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, its 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 theres been no one keeping scoreChorus...