She was my first ever love, She was my first breath of summer, She was my first taste of spring, The first taste of wine I remember. She had the summer in her eyes, She was the promise kiss of springtime, She had the touch of warm July, We were in love and she was mine. She had the summer in her eyes, She was the promise kiss of springtime, She had the touch of warm July, We were in love and she was mine. She gave my first kiss of pain, She was my first tough November, She was my first trap of rain, The cold, icy wind of December. But, she had summer in her eyes, She was the promise kiss of springtime, She was the art of long my life, The loving heart, but she was mine. She had the summer in her eyes, She was the promise kiss of springtime, She was the art of long my life, The loving heart, but she was mine. She had the summer in her eyes, She was the promise kiss of springtime, She had the touch of warm July, The star of love, but she was mine. She had the summer in her eyes, She was the promise kiss of springtime, She had the touch of warm July, The star of love, but she was mine.