As the fog was finally lifting
We had come to the shores of Summerday
Gently landing, we jumped out on the sand
And found our way
Where the dirt was soft and black
We started digging a garden
And soon we found the woods that we'd
Call the forest of Arden for to play
When we came to Summerday
On the shores of Summerday
We will live in Summerday
And we climbed a stony mountain
We were boisterous then quiet
As we thought about what instruments to make
Soon we started to build the uilleann pipes
And fine guitars
Then we scouted out the hollows
For solitude and silence
And we found the places we could meet
By the blue and glassy river
Under stars where the paper lanterns sway
In the streets of Summerday
Trust the night and trust the day
Sun and moon of Summerday
We are pilgrims in the land between religions
We are following our children
And we paint in different colors every day
And if we're true to our hearts they will
Grow up and want to stay
We will work beside them as they
Build modest houses and
On a misty April morning
We'll rest the shovels on the fence
And die and become a summer day
Oh, the fields of Summerday
And the flowers of Summerday
They will live in Summerday
To the shores of Summerday
So we sail to Summerday
We will live in Summerday
From the ship, we could see it in the distance As the fog was finally lifting We had come to the shores of Summerday Gently landing, we jumped out on the sand And found our way Where the dirt was soft and black We started digging a garden And soon we found the woods that we'd Call the forest of Arden for to play When we came to Summerday On the shores of Summerday We will live in Summerday And we climbed a stony mountain We were boisterous then quiet As we thought about what instruments to make Soon we started to build the uilleann pipes And fine guitars Then we scouted out the hollows For solitude and silence And we found the places we could meet By the blue and glassy river Under stars where the paper lanterns sway In the streets of Summerday Trust the night and trust the day Sun and moon of Summerday We are pilgrims in the land between religions We are following our children And we paint in different colors every day And if we're true to our hearts they will Grow up and want to stay We will work beside them as they Build modest houses and On a misty April morning We'll rest the shovels on the fence And die and become a summer day Oh, the fields of Summerday And the flowers of Summerday They will live in Summerday To the shores of Summerday So we sail to Summerday We will live in Summerday Explain Request ×
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