On a summer day, you can hear her call
But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall
On a summer day, you can hear her call
But in a funny way she reminds you of the fallThrough the fields and the streams and the lakes and the trees
And the grass and the logs run all my dogs
And I am home againIn the autumn air, you can see her smile
But in a funny way she reminds you of a child
In the autumn air, you feel her soul unfold
And in a funny way you feel your own explodeThrough the fields and the streams and the lakes and the trees
And the grass and the logs run all my dogs
And I am home againOn a winter day, you can hear her call
But in a funny way when the snow begins to fall
On a winter day, you can hear her call
And in a funny way, you love her even moreThrough the fields and the streams and the lakes and the trees
And the grass and the logs run all my dogs
And I am home againThrough the fields and the streams and the lakes and the trees
And the grass and the logs run all my dogs
And I am home againOn a summer day, you can hear her call
But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall
On a summer day, you can hear her call
But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall
Songwriters
DONAHUE, JONATHAN DANIEL / MACKOWIAK, SEAN THOMAS / MERCEL, JEFFREY SCOTTPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group