Generation where self-fortified hispters bleed true
Show me something glorious. Show me something new.
I've been listening to the city. The streets there, they shout.
Give me hope, give me wisdom, help me find a way out.
We keep running the sidewalks, searching for the words.
There is music in the people, and the trees, and the birds.
Oh boy, I can feel it, there's a song in my heart,
And I may just as well sing it before I depart...
Summer skies, bring me songs.
I will sing all my days.
Summer sun, cast a light down.
I will dance in your rays.
Summer nights, bring a love.
I will carry it through
in your song till next summer,
and I'll sing it
with you.
With my face towards the sun, I can face all we go through.
Romancing the moonlight, every word there is true.
We've gotta be real and honest, and I know we will find
that everything is beautiful. It has been all this time.
Beatnik boy, tell me stories. Hold my hand now, and run.
There's a world a waitin'. We are far from being done
with the late nights and laughter. It's a glorious thing.
And there's nothing left to do now but run on and sing.
Summer skies, bring me songs.
I will sing all my days.
Summer sun, cast your light down.
I will dance in your rays.
Summer nights, bring a love.
I will carry it through
in your song till next summer
where I'll sing it
with you.
Let's write down every thought now. We have beautiful words.
And even when the snow falls, our song will still be heard.
There's a freedom in knowing that you'll never let go.
I can feel my soul mending. I feel it in my bones.
It's the pulse of life beating that keeps rhythm to our hearts.
And I think there's a truth now that I've known from the start.
With you by my side, there's no fear for being alone.
Your song is my harmony. My heart's found a home.
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