Idioma Origen:
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 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
doodoo doodoo doodoo
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
Fly
Fly
Fly
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
Idioma Destino:
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 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
doodoo doodoo doodoo
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
Fly
Fly
Fly
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