Since early morning on the deck:
The king of auburn orange summer.
He takes a guitar in his hands,
And sings day-long like no one other.
He gifts wildflowers to all girls,
Presents them gifts of smiles and lyrics.
He’s busy spinning sunshine threads
Until the darkness’ earliest minutes.
CHORUS:
The king of auburn orange summer,
The easy-going blue-eyed boy.
His ultraviolet bright fountains
He switches on again each morn.
He always dons a green frock coat;
His stylish loafers are of canvas.
A pile of presents in his pack:
He is a guest at every party.
All hearts are filled with love and glee,
They’re singing songs and they are merry.
At night, the multicolor dreams
Bestowed on us to dream of heaven.
CHORUS [x3]