Oh sweet, sweet, dance of summer you are here at last
yes I would like to climb to the top of your  hill
There you can tell me more about the breeze that flies me free
for I am old enough to love your steps and young enough to try
Oh sweet, sweet, dance of summer you are here at last;
Bring me your charms and all your steps, I am ready to advance  
pushing forward like the flower, bathing in the orange sun
I am on the summit of your summer ,
ready to  graze the verdant hills of my life , once more  ;
Far in the distance I hear the song of Ocarina,  
and I watch as  he plays the golden flute;  
Softly and keenly the spirit follows the groove of his tune
while the sun rises freely,  o'er the mountain until noon
Oh sweet, sweet, dance of summer you are here at last
give me the song of Ocarina, so I can dance on your festoon.

Written by: Mystic Rose

He's humming a tune
A melody
A ditty
It's familiarity warms my skin
On the tip of my tongue
Like melting ice cream
It washes over me
This song called July.

Don’t judge a book by its cover,
judge a book by its scent.

The way to discover the truth of the paper
is by embracing its broken youth
through the aroma of its past caretaker.

You're golden,
you always will be
to me.

You're shining,
always sparkling
to me.

You're splendid,
always impressive
to me.