(C. Stepney - R. Rudolph) 

 

Blowing softly through a meadow 

Laughing like a baby, breeze tapping 

lightly at the treetops, whispering among the leaves 



You hear the magic song, that ancient poets sing 

It's sweet as morning dew and sounds a lot like springtime 

When you close your eyes 

You feel your heat go there 

So close your eyes and you may find that 

Fireflies were as bright as stars; 

Close your eyes and remember 

Summertime lingered on and on 

Close your eyes and remember 

Your first love made the world stand still 

Close your eyes and remember 

Close your eyes and remembers when 

The moon was made of cheese 



Racing swiftly through the mountains 

Bubbling along the stream 

Sighing sweetly through the hollow 

Gentle as an infant's dream