Oh how the wind caresses those trees
outside my window, outside my door.
Oh how the wind plays with those trees
outside my window, outside my door
how the papers before me, wish they were outside
summer morning, summer morning
I stare them into the table, force them to stay.
Take us with you! Take us with you!
But my mind is a full and I must stay.
So I look out my window, this fine summer morning
and I Stay. I Stay
