The Door Into Summer - 2007 Remastered Version Alternate Mix - The Monkees

Well there's 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 echoes of a pennywhistle 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 his travelog of "maybe next year" places

As a trade-in for a name upon the door

And he pays for it with years he can not

Buy back with his tears when he finds out

there's been no one keeping score

And he thought he heard the echoes of a pennywhistle 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 pennywhistle 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 door... into summer

(fade out)