Summer Deep

Summer deep is in the hills again

His lady is a lioness

Winds of birds blow through the fields again

Invaders from the true worlds

A coat of grapes is on my back again

I ride upon my zebra

Pterodactyl beak hat on my brow

The truth is like a stranger

Be like you could

All my friends say

Summer deep is in the hills again

His lady is a lioness

Winds of birds blow through the fields again

Invaders from the true worlds

A coat of grapes is on my back again

I ride upon my zebra

Pterodactyl beak hat on my brow

The truth is like a stranger

Be like you could

All my friends say

Be like you could

All my friends say

Be like you could

All my friends say