The Monkees - The Door Into Summer (Album Version) Lyrics

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

And he thought he heard the echo 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

With it's travel onto maybe next year's places
As a trade-in for a name upon the door
And he pays for every years, he cannot buy back with his tears
And he finds out there's been no one keeping score

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

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

Fading through the door
Fading through the door into summer
Fading through the door into summer
Fading through the door into summer