Bird of the Summer

You came with the season,

As the first swallow song

A brown headed stranger,

With a five-letter name

dooodoodoo

We planted our kisses

Where the wild berries grow

My feet sprouted wings

And I flew al the way home

dooodoodoo

My cheeks red like fire engines racing

Straight to the heat of your skin

And I know our days are numbered,

Early bird of the summer you'll fly south

Just as the fall begins

The leaves changed their colors

And the schoolyards were filled

My coat with the patches

Barely keeps out the chill,

dooodoodoo

You sent me a postcard

From a town out of state

I wish it were warmer

And I hope you're the same

dooodoodoo

The fields where we wandered were golden

Now only muddy my boots

And I know I should recover,

You're a bird of the summer,

I was wrong to try and capture you

Flight.. Flight..

Flight.. Flight..

I met someone walking

Out on the park by the lake

They don't fly any greater

But they don't fly away

dooodoodoo

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