Bird Of The Summer
You came with the seasonAs the first swallow sangA brown headed strangerWith a five-letter name
We planted our kisses where the wild berries growMy feet sprouted wings and I flew all the way homeMy cheeks red like fire engines racingStraight to the heat of your skinAnd I know the days are numbered,Early bird of the summerYou'll fly south just as the fall begins
The leaves changed our colorAnd the schoolyards were filledMy coat with the patchesBarely keeps out the chill
You sent me a postcard from a town out of stateI wish it were warmer and I hope you're the same
The fields where we wandered were goldenNow only mud in my bootsAnd I know I should recoverYou're the bird of the summerI was wrong to try and capture you
Flight, flightFlight, 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 winterHere is the first flush of May
And soon I will discoverWhether birds of the summerFly in circles or just fly away