ABBA – Our Last Summer

About the Song

ABBA’s “Our Last Summer” isn’t just a catchy tune, it’s a bittersweet reflection on a fleeting summer love. Released in 1980 on their album “Super Trouper,” the song carries the signature ABBA sound – a blend of pop melodies and melancholic lyrics. But the origins of the song delve deeper than the summery facade.

Björn Ulvaeus, one of ABBA’s songwriters, found inspiration in a personal memory of a teenage romance. He captured the essence of a summer fling, knowing it wouldn’t last beyond the season’s warmth. The melody itself has an interesting backstory. Parts of it were originally intended for another ABBA project called “Chess,” but never quite fit. However, in “Our Last Summer,” the melody found its perfect home, tinged with a touch of nostalgia.

The song takes us on a journey through the carefree days of summer. We hear about stolen kisses under the midnight sun, whispered promises on long evenings, and the bittersweet realization that autumn’s chill will inevitably bring an end to the romance.

“Our Last Summer” isn’t just about a youthful love affair. It’s a poignant reminder to cherish fleeting moments. With its relatable lyrics and infectious melody, the song continues to resonate with listeners, capturing the bittersweet beauty of impermanence and the enduring power of summer memories.

Video

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Lyric

The summer air was soft and warm
The feeling right, the Paris night
Did its best to please us
And strolling down the Élysées
We had a drink in each café
And you
You talked of politics, philosophy
And I smiled like Mona Lisa

We had our chance
It was a fine and true romance

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine
Laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain

We made our way along the river
And we sat down in the grass
By the Eiffel tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh, yes
Those crazy years, that was the time
Of the flower-power

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But underneath we had a fear of flying
Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
We took the chance
Like we were dancing our last dance

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam
Round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand
Paris restaurants
Our last summer
Morning croissants
Living for the day
Worries far away
Our last summer
We could laugh and play
And now you’re working in a bank
The family man, a football fan
And your name is Harry

How dull it seems
Yet you’re the hero of my dreams

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine
Laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam
Round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand
Paris restaurants
Our last summer
Morning croissants
We were living for the day
Worries far away
Our last summer…