The Monkees — The Door Into Summer

[Verse 1] With his fool's gold stacked up all around him From a killing in the market on the war The children left King Midas there, as they found him In his counting house where nothing counts but more [Chorus] And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band And the laughter from a distant caravan And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand Fading through the door into summer [Verse 2] With his travelogues of "maybe next year" places As a trade-in for a name upon the door And he pays for it with years he cannot buy back with his tears When he finds out there's been no one keeping score [Chorus] And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band And the laughter from a distant caravan And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand Fading through the door into summer [Chorus] (Yes he) Thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band And the laughter from a distant caravan And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand Fading through the door into summer [Outro] Fading through the door (Into summer) Fading through the door into summer Fading through the door into summer Fading through the door into summer