Bird Of The Summer
You came with the season
As the first swallow sang
A brown headed stranger
With a five-letter name
We planted our kisses where the wild berries grow
My feet sprouted wings and I flew all the way home
My cheeks red like fire engines racing
Straight to the heat of your skin
And I know the days are numbered,
Early bird of the summer
You'll fly south just as the fall begins
The leaves changed our color
And the schoolyards were filled
My coat with the patches
Barely keeps out the chill
You sent me a postcard from a town out of state
I wish it were warmer and I hope you're the same
The fields where we wandered were golden
Now only mud in my boots
And I know I should recover
You're the bird of the summer
I was wrong to try and capture you
Flight, flight
Flight, flight
I met someone walkin' in a park by the lake.
He don't fly like we did but he don't fly away
Gone is the pale hand of winter
Here is the first flush of May
And soon I will discover
Whether birds of the summer
Fly in circles or just fly away
