You came with the season,  As the first swallow song  A brown headed stranger,  With a five-letter name  dooodoodoo    We planted our kisses  Where the wild berries grow  My feet sprouted wings  And I flew al the way home  dooodoodoo    My cheeks red like fire engines racing  Straight to the heat of your skin  And I know our days are numbered,  Early bird of the summer you'll fly south  Just as the fall begins    The leaves changed their colors  And the schoolyards were filled  My coat with the patches  Barely keeps out the chill,   dooodoodoo    You sent me a postcard  From a town out of state  I wish it were warmer  And I hope you're the same  dooodoodoo    The fields where we wandered were golden  Now only muddy my boots  And I know I should recover,  You're a bird of the summer,  I was wrong to try and capture you      (instrumental)    Flight.. Flight..  Flight.. Flight..    I met someone walking   Out on the park by the lake  They don't fly any greater  But they don't fly away  dooodoodoo    Gone is the pale hand of water  Here is the first flush of May  And soon I will discover whether  Birds of the summer  Fly in circles or  Just fly away    these lyrics are submitted by RockrChic69K