Tone: [A]
Intro:
[A] [D] [A]
You c[A]came with the season as the first swallow sang
a brown headed stranger with a five-letter name
dooo[D]do[Bm]odo[A]o
We pl[A]planted our kisses where the wild berries grow
my feet sprouted wings and I flew all the way home
doo[D]od[Bm]ood[A]oo
My ch[Gbm]eeks red like f[D]ire engines r[A]acing
str[Gbm]aight to the h[D]eat of your sk[A]in
and I kn[Gbm]know our days are n[D]numbered
early b[A]bird of the s[D]summer
you'll fly s[A]outh just as the f[E]all beg[A]ins
The l[A]leaves changed their colors and the schoolyards were filled
My coat with the patches barely keeps out the chill
doo[D]od[Bm]ood[A]oo
You s[A]sent me a postcard from a town out of state
I wish it were warmer and I hope you're the same
doo[D]od[Bm]ood[A]oo
The f[Gbm]ields where we w[D]andered were g[A]olden
Now [Gbm]only m[D]muddy my b[A]boots
and I kn[Gbm]know I should rec[D]recover
you're a b[A]bird of the s[D]summer
I was wr[A]ong to try and c[E]apture y[A]ou
Interlude:
[A] [D] [A]
[F#m]Flig[E]Flight[Bm]ht [D] [A] [D]
[F#m]Flig[E]Flight[Bm]ht [D] [A] [D]
Interlude:
[A] [D] [E] [A] [D] [E] [A]
G[Gbm]one is the p[D]ale hand of w[A]inter
H[Gbm]ere is the f[D]irst flush of m[A]ay
And s[Gbm]soon I will disc[D]discover
whether b[A]birds of the s[D]summer
fly in c[A]ircles or just fl[E]y aw[A]ay