Like painted kites, those days and nights went flyin’ by
The world was new beneath a blue umbrella sky
Then softer than a piper man one day it called to you
And I lost you to the summer wind
The autumn wind and the winter wind have come and gone
And still the days, those lonely days, go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies through nights that never end
My fickle friend, the summer wind