I want to see the blue sky 
I want to feel the breeze 
I want to hear the summer wind 
Singing in the trees 
I want to touch forever 
And drift into its soul 
Put my troubles in my right hand 
Hold them up 
And let them go! 

Sweet summer day 
Talking about a sweet summer day 
Take your troubles and let them fly away 
I'm talking about a sweet summer day 

So much time is wasted, pulling the line 
For sure you [bad word] faster 
But you're [bad word] blind 
I want to touch forever 
I want to really know 
Put my troubles in my right hand 
Hold them up and let them go 

Sweet summer day 
I'm talking about a sweet summer day 
Take your troubles and let them drift away 
Talking about a sweet summer day