(C. Stepney - R. Rudolph)



Blowing softly through a meadow

Laughing like a baby, breeze tapping

lightly at the treetops, whispering among the leaves



You hear the magic song, that ancient poets sing

It's sweet as morning dew and sounds a lot like springtime

When you close your eyes

You feel your heat go there

So close your eyes and you may find that

Fireflies were as bright as stars;

Close your eyes and remember

Summertime lingered on and on

Close your eyes and remember

Your first love made the world stand still

Close your eyes and remember

Close your eyes and remembers when

The moon was made of cheese



Racing swiftly through the mountains

Bubbling along the stream

Sighing sweetly through the hollow

Gentle as an infant's dream