SONGWRITER: JESSICA HERSHEY



At seventeen the beaches seem

The place where all a young girl's dreams

Come to life and tease they might come true

We both knew that way too soon

The nights would shine with the harvest moon

And we'd wish we had a time machine



           I slipped a note into your pocket that said

           I'll see you again next Summer, me



                      Next Summer me and you will

                      Be back on this sand together

                      And I think then you will fall in love

                      With next Summer me



The Winter's gone you moved on

I'm standing on this beach alone

I close my eyes and I remember that cool night



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What's to be will be

I guess we can't change it

We can only face it

But I wish you could have seen

Next Summer me



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