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