Bis zu einer anderen Jahreszeit

It's one of those summer days, you know.
Where I didn't get anything done
And the peaceful hours ticked by slow
Under a sweltering sun

Another August afternoon
With the harvest dust in the sky
The last of the fading roses in bloom
The track team goes laboring by

There's a sense... (of regret?) as these final weeks close
That I didn't do more -- a repentance too late
What could I have done? I guess nobody knows
So I'll look to the summers that still lie in wait