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
dooo doo doo

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
dooo

You sent me a postcard from a town out of state,
I wish it were warmer and
I hope you're the same
doopdoodoo

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

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