Summer brings all kinds of things,
Expectations rise and fall,
The warmth, the rain,
The love, the loss,
Another year shines down.

Last year cleansed by winter's ice,
reminds me to be fresh of thought
Leave my troubles at the door
it doesn't matter, oh

Summer fragrance, summer sights,
The heather and the butterflies,
The reds, the blues,
The light and hues,
Every day enticing us.

Last year fades with every breath,
the air so clean with fresh intent
Leave my worries to the breeze
it doesn't matter, oh

can we chase some butterflies?
can we chase some butterflies?
can we chase some butterflies?
can we chase some butterflies?