By the mansion on the hillside. Red sports car comes driving down the road. And pulls up into the driveway. And a story does unfold. She's standing by the rhododendrons. Where the roses are in bloom. Looking out at the Atlantic ocean. And in her head she hums this tune. Thank God the dark nights are drawing in again. 'Cos high summer has got me down. I'll wait till the end of August. And get off this merry-go-round. And they shut him out of paradise. Called him Lucifer and frowned. She took pride in what God made him. Even before the angels shot him down to the ground. He's a light out of the darkness. And he wears a starry crown. If you see him nothing will shake him. 'Cos high summer has got him low down. High summer's got him lonesome. Eyen when he makes the rounds. There's been no two ways about it. High summer's got him low down. Checked in to the tiny village by the lakeside. Settled down to start a new. Far away from the politicians. And the many chosen few. Far away trom the jealousy factor. And everything that was tearing him apart. Far away from the organ grinder. And everyone that played their part. And they shut him out of paradise. Called him Lucifer and frowned. 'Cos he took pride in what God made him. Eyen before the angels shot him to the ground. He's a light out of the darkness. And he wears a starry crown. If you see him nothings shaken. 'Cos high summer's got him low down. High summer's on the rebound. High summer's got him low down. High summer's on the rebound. High summer's got him down low down. High summer's on the rebound. High summer's got him low down. Low down.