A , D , A
A
you came with the season , as the first swallow sang
a brown headed stranger , with a five – letter name
D Bm A
dooodoodoo
A
we planted our kisses where the wild berries grow
my feet sprouted wings and i flew all the way home
D Bm A
dooodoodoo
F#m D A
my cheeks red like fire engines racing
F#m D A
straight to the heat of your skin
F#m D
and i know our days are numbered ,
A D
early bird of the summer
A E A
you’ll fly south just as the fall begins
A
the leaves changed their colors and the schoolyards were filled
my coat with the patches barely keeps out the chill
D Bm A
dooodoodoo
A
you sent me a postcard from a town out of state ,
i wish it were warmer and i hope you’re the same
D Bm A
dooodoodoo
F#m D A
the fields where we wandered were golden
F#m D A
now only muddy my boots
F#m D
and i know i should recover ,
A D
you’re a bird of the summer ,
A E A
i was wrong to try and capture you
A , D , A 2
xf#m , E , Bm , D , A , D
flight
F#m , E , Bm , D , A , D
flight
A
D , E , A 2
x * * * * * * *
F#m D A
gone is the pale hand of winter
F#m D A
here is the first flush of may
F#m D
and soon i will discover
A D
whether birds of the summer
A E A
fly in circles or just fly away
A , D , A
A
you came with the season , as the first swallow sang
a brown headed stranger , with a five – letter name
D Bm A
dooodoodoo
A
we planted our kisses where the wild berries grow
my feet sprouted wings and i flew all the way home
D Bm A
dooodoodoo
F#m D A
my cheeks red like fire engines racing
F#m D A
straight to the heat of your skin
F#m D
and i know our days are numbered ,
A D
early bird of the summer
A E A
you’ll fly south just as the fall begins
A
the leaves changed their colors and the schoolyards were filled
my coat with the patches barely keeps out the chill
D Bm A
dooodoodoo
A
you sent me a postcard from a town out of state ,
i wish it were warmer and i hope you’re the same
D Bm A
dooodoodoo
F#m D A
the fields where we wandered were golden
F#m D A
now only muddy my boots
F#m D
and i know i should recover ,
A D
you’re a bird of the summer ,
A E A
i was wrong to try and capture you
A , D , A 2
xf#m , E , Bm , D , A , D
flight
F#m , E , Bm , D , A , D
flight
A
D , E , A 2
x * * * * * * *
F#m D A
gone is the pale hand of winter
F#m D A
here is the first flush of may
F#m D
and soon i will discover
A D
whether birds of the summer
A E A
fly in circles or just fly away
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