Bird Of The Summer

[A]  [D]  [A]

You c[A]ame 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]anted 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[F#m]eeks red like f[D]ire engines r[A]acing
str[F#m]aight to the h[D]eat of your sk[A]in
and I kn[F#m]ow our days are n[D]umbered,
early b[A]ird of the s[D]ummer
you'll fly s[A]outh just as the f[E]all beg[A]ins

The l[A]eaves 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]ent 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[F#m]ields where we w[D]andered were g[A]olden
Now [F#m]only m[D]uddy my b[A]oots
and I kn[F#m]ow I should rec[D]over,
you're a b[A]ird of the s[D]ummer,
I was wr[A]ong to try and c[E]apture y[A]ou

[A], [D], [A] 2x

[F#m]Fligh[E]t  [Bm]      [D]         [A]            [D]
[F#m]Fligh[E]t  [Bm]      [D]         [A]            [D]

[A]
[D], [E], [A] 2x

G[F#m]one is the p[D]ale hand of w[A]inter
H[F#m]ere is the f[D]irst flush of m[A]ay
And s[F#m]oon I will disc[D]over
whether b[A]irds of the s[D]ummer
fly in c[A]ircles or just fl[E]y aw[A]ay