When it is the summer

She plays what is in the air,

She does not just survive, when she is everywhere,

If anyone could convince me, it would be you

When it is the summer

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She smiles up at me, lovely flowers in her hair

She plays whatever is in the air, she pulls music from her soul

a shelter in the winter and fall wind, when I have no room to be anywhere

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She plays what is in the air,

She smiles up at me, lovely flowers in her hair

The colored traces in her music brings back sunny days

She does not just survive, when she is everywhere

Walls of her sound flows colors everywhere,

Bringing back fields of green for me,

in the spring time, let love, meet me in the spring

a living sound,

My Love, you been good to me

When I was hard to find,

if anyone could ever convince me, it would be you

in the summer time