On a white country road
The dusty breeze stands still.
I drop down to the floor with a bump,
as some kids play marbles.
Shine-shine, glitter-glitter
Well, it’s the sun
Shine-shine, glitter-glitter
Well, it’s the summer
The deep green of the shrine grove
A solemn silence has fallen.
An old tearoom
Someone swings from the store front
Chirp-chirp
It’s the voice of the cicadas
Chirp-chirp
Well, it’s the summer
Parasol spin-spin, and I’m bored
Parasol spin-spin, and I’m bored
Chasing stitches in the sky,
And when I cross some paving stones
A summer shower
Comes along with it.
Worry-worry, fluffy-fluffy
Big summer rainclouds
Worry-worry, fluffy-fluffy
Well, it’s summer…
Parasol spin-spin, and I’m bored
Parasol spin-spin, and I’m bored
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