On a summer day, you can hear her call   But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall   On a summer day, you can hear her call   But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall      Through the fields and the streams and the lakes and the trees   And the grass and the logs run all my dogs   And I am home again      In the autumn air, you can see her smile   But in a funny way she reminds you of a child   In the autumn air, you feel her soul unfold   And in a funny way you feel your own explode      Through the fields and the streams and the lakes and the trees   And the grass and the logs run all my dogs   And I am home again      On a winter day, you can hear her call   But in a funny way when the snow begins to fall   On a winter day, you can hear her call   And in a funny way, you love her even more      Through the fields and the streams and the lakes and the trees   And the grass and the logs run all my dogs   And I am home again      Through the fields and the streams and the lakes and the trees   And the grass and the logs run all my dogs   And I am home again      On a summer day, you can hear her call   But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall   On a summer day, you can hear her call   But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall