Summertime comes
And the rain is off my back
I see my lover now
my heart is on her tracks
The windows are not black
The night does not attack
Anymore

Oo I feel her arms reaching out again
Oo I feel her words, her love is not pretend
Her love is not pretend

In the sunshine of her love
My skin does not turn red
I know my heart well
And I know it will not regret
My mind cannot forget
When years ago we met

Oo you know the line from our secret poem
Oo I read it now, you know I want to show them
But I never will

When will I see her real

Swimming to the shore
Without a PFD
Crawling into bed
When you have a bad disease
No cuts but I still bleed
Oh I do believe

Oo I am sure this boat will come to port
Oo I know the music will not cut short
Will not cut short