The Long Summer

The long summer It was a long summer for a Nordic country Every day we met at a beach with a crate of beer The four of us, Carl was the funny one knew how to cheer Me up from my dark mind. Carl`s wife had left him but he made light out of it There is always another bus, but it was not true. When we met at the beach there was only three of us Carl had hung himself in his garden`s only apple tree. Where is Carl, I asked no one wanted to tell me So, we drank beer and enjoyed the sunlight. Next day I knew and went to his funeral none of me Beer-swilling friends came not up to facing their mortality.