The sun is shining through the trees
I can feel it on my skin
A slight breeze flows through my hair
And the beard upon my chin

Birds are singing lovely songs
It's music to my ears
Songs that bring us hope and joy
That drive out all our fears

Flowers trying to show off
Brighten up the field
Trees providing shadow for all
Cause for this heat I yield

We welcome summer in our land
And hope that it will stay
At least until the eighth month ends
And brings us autumn's gray