A Child of the Summer Breeze

A Child of the Summer Breeze

Oh, for the days of summer breeze,
of dirty hands and skinned up knees,
a bike, a hat, and a old hound dog,
of allie allie over, and play leap frog

Oh, for a child of a summer breeze,
of seventy, eighty, or ninety degrees,
of running in the woods,
a native child,
of wearing no shoes and acting wild

Yes, I was a child of the summer breeze,
of river, lake, and tall palm trees,
bright blue eyes, and sun bleached hair,
and sometimes I wish I could still be there

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