Summer is almost gone,
New melodies has come along.
The mockingbird flies through the wind,
Singing along to its melody.
The mockingbird couldn't find the right words.
Playing with my guitar and singing the mockingbird had spoke singing along.
As days and weeks has gone by.
Making the mockingbirds fate change.
The autumn came; Summer goes away.
The mockingbird had thanked me throughout her journey.
The mockingbird found her words and flew to find a better place to stay.
The mockingbird was never going to be alone.
During her quest I will stay by her side.
