마이클 프랭스
Lady when you love me
I feel home Sweet home
inside of your Sublime
This Garden's
sure to grow
You know our love
Is just like Summertime
Parrots eye the fruit
And we make love
Between the
harpsichords and lutes
Our greenlimbs
intertwine
You know our love
Is just like
Summertime
Our souls collide
We slip and slide
We feel no pain
And with our lives
locked together
We weather the
Wind and Rain
We grow the Farm
We're safe from Harm
Inside this Circle
of Summertime
Both of us
know is our Love
Lovers from the past
With poison smiles
All pray our
love will never last
But we
are Trees not Vines
You know our love
Is just like
Summertime
As the song begins
These shipwrecks fade
Behind a wave
of violins
Vivaldi made us rhyme
You know our love
Is just like
Summertime