Bird Of The Summer Chords

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A, D, A

     A
You came with the season, as the first swallow sang
A brown headed stranger, with a five-letter name
    D Bm A
dooodoodoo

     A
We planted our kisses where the wild berries grow 
my feet sprouted wings and I flew all the way home 
   D Bm A
dooodoodoo

     F#m            D            A
My cheeks red like fire engines racing 
   F#m           D             A
straight to the heat of your skin
        F#m              D
and I know our days are numbered, 
       A           D
early bird of the summer
            A                 E      A 
you'll fly south just as the fall begins

     A
The leaves changed their colors and the schoolyards were filled
My coat with the patches barely keeps out the chill 
   D Bm A
dooodoodoo

     A
You sent me a postcard from a town out of state, 
I wish it were warmer and I hope you're the same
   D Bm A
dooodoodoo

     F#m             D             A
The fields where we wandered were golden
    F#m   D        A
Now only muddy my boots
        F#m            D 
and I know I should recover,
          A           D 
you're a bird of the summer,
        A               E       A 
I was wrong to try and capture you

A, D, A 2x

F#m, E, Bm, D, A, D
Flight
F#m, E, Bm, D, A, D
Flight

A
D, E, A 2x

*******

 F#m         D            A
Gone is the pale hand of winter
 F#m         D              A
Here is the first flush of may
     F#m            D
And soon I will discover
         A            D 
whether birds of the summer
        A                E   A 
fly in circles or just fly away