People take pictures of the Summer,
Just in case someone thought they had missed it,
And to proved that it really existed
Fathers take pictures of the mothers,
And the sisters take pictures of brothers,
Just to show that they love one another

You can't picture love that you took from me,
When we were young and the world was free
Pictures of things as they used to be,
Don't show me no more, please

People take pictures of each other,
Just to prove that they really existed,
Just to prove that they really existed
People take pictures of each other,
And the moment to last them for ever,
Of the time when they mattered to someone

People take pictures of the Summer,
Just in case someone thought they had missed it,
Just to proved that it really existed
People take pictures of each other,
And the moment to last them for ever,
Of the time when they mattered to someone
Picture of me when I was just three,
Sucking my thumb by the old oak tree
Oh how I love things as they used to be,
Don't show me no more, please