Poet and musician sing the same old tune

To the sweethearts that come and go

Let your intuition aided by the moon

Tell you little things the poet doesn't know



Darling, you and I know the reason why a summer sky is blue

And we know why birds in the trees sing melodies too

And why love will grow from the first "hello" until the last "goodbye"

So to sweet romance, there is just one answer, you and I



Darling, you and I know the reason why a summer sky is blue

And we know why birds in the trees sing melodies too

And why love will grow from the first "hello" until the last "goodbye"

So to sweet romance, there is just one answer, you and I