When summer comes

When summer comes I'll steal away

And find the land of shining day;

I'll rest beside the singing streams

And make myself a house of dreams.

I'll build myself a palace fair

Of silver dew and golden air;

I'll hang it all with rainbows bright

And dwell within it day and night.

The west wind will my playmate be,

And all the stars will sing to me,

And gleaming sun and falling rain

Will make my spirit young again.