Summer was made for wandering between tall trees,
Thinking about the smell of daylight
And if birds really do have knees.
I'd brush my hand down your cheek and wonder where you're hiding your wings.

I suppose that I should show you what it's like to love,
Buy you lots of pretty things.

When we are grey and ready for peace we will talk and think we are quite profound,
I wont let your hand go unless it's to swing, twirl you around.

Right now I want you to know
That there is a love song written for you.
You have a space in my heart,
right next to red roses,
rain
and big, bright blue balloons.

Every year we will take a walk through tall trees,
and I'll mention what you mean to me.

White lilacs remind me of wedding dresses,
pink ribbons and shiny  headdresses.
So I think that I'm going to talk from one knee.
I'll be all you really need, let's be free.