The trees on the mountains are cold

Recorded 1994, Orchestre de l'Opera de Lyon, Kent Nagano (conductor)

From Act II Scene 3 of Carlisle Floyd's opera "Susannah"

Susannah Polk ~ Cheryl Studer

The trees on the mountains are cold and bare
The summer just vanished and left them there
Like a false-hearted lover, just like my own,
Who made me love him, then left me alone.

The coals in the hearth have turned gray and cere,
The blue flame just vanished and left them there.
Like a false-hearted lover, just like my own,
Who made me love him, then left me alone.

Come back, oh summer, come back, blue flame,
My heart wants warming, my baby a name.
Come back, oh lover, if just for a day,
Turn bleak December once more into May.

The road up ahead lies lonely and far
There's darkness around me and not even a star
To show me the way, or lighten my heart
Come back, my lover, I fain would start.

The poor baby fox lies all cold in his lair
His mother just vanished and left him there
Like a false-hearted lover, just like my own
Who made me love him, then left me alone.

Come back, oh summer, come back, blue flame,
My heart wants warming, my baby, a name.
Come back, oh lover, if just for a day,
Turn bleak December once more into May.

Come back, oh summer, come back, blue flame,
My heart wants warming, my baby, a name.
Come back, oh lover, if just for a day,
Turn bleak December once more into May.

Come back! Come back! Come back!