Birds of Summer

Tell him to come on home, I will be here all season long
And as I wait alone, I’ll sit and sing my summer song.
Keep me company, gentle birds of summer.
Oh, my birds of summer hear my words become a song
See my memories, turn to melody.
So, tell him to come on home, I will be hear all season long.
And though my birds are flown, I’ll still be hear when summer’s gone.