Now You Are My Lover

Volleyball is fun in summer;

Snowball done in frosty winter.

In Spring we gather flowers;

In Autumn, leaves for hours.

It is fun to have a play-thing;

It is fun to laugh and sing.

There's a moment in time

Full of reason and rhyme.

I want to be the one

Who has a brown-boy son.

I hope that he may play

In the meadows of today.

Once I am all up and grown,

Someday when I am your own,

I want to see him have the love

That our games were made of.

I want him to smile at

The Frisbee and the bat.

I once frolicked through

This green land with you.

When will we be young again?

We were so free and silly then.

You were like a father-brother,

Now you are my lover.