"Summer nights and fireflies
Golden ribbons in the sky

The beauty of a hazy evening
The longing of a lone soul breathing

September comes, the leaves turn brown
A cold fall breeze, a holly crown

A winter kiss, a warm embrace 
In search of more, the endless chase

The first spring green, a hopeful sky
The sun is back, no time to cry

Fields of clover, fireworks
Behind an old abandoned church 

Smell of sunscreen in the air
Bows and ribbons in your hair 
 
Fishing docks, camping grounds
Leave behind a small home town"