[Intro]
Soft light on the morning creek, a kettle hums, a porch swing squeaks.
[Verse 1]
We wake to grass that glows in dawn's pale gold, maple shadows where the stories are told.
The kettle sings, and the sun climbs slow, in quiet towns where the lilacs grow.
I’ve learned a lifetime in these gentle skies, where every mile wears a friendly disguise.
[Chorus]
Oh, this Canadian summer holds me near,
With simple joys I’ve held so dear.
Crickets whisper, rivers gleam and run,
In the warm bread crust and a bread‑and‑butter sun.
[Verse 2]
On a porch with stories etched in the boards, memories flutter like autumn birds.
A picnic laid where the field meets the pines, laughter spills from old friends’ lines.
I sip the breeze and I count the days, the small bright moments that never fade.
[Chorus]
Oh, this Canadian summer holds me near,
With simple joys I’ve held so dear.
Crickets whisper, rivers gleam and run,
In the warm bread crust and a bread‑and‑butter sun.
[Bridge]
If the clouds drift by, we’ll mend the hours with tea and chalk and friendly glows.
We’ve gathered all the little lights and turned them into one bright road.
[Chorus]
Oh, this Canadian summer holds me near,
With simple joys I’ve held so dear.
Crickets whisper, rivers gleam and run,
In the warm bread crust and a bread‑and‑butter sun.
[Outro]
So hush now, let the day unwind its thread,
In the chorus of sparrows overhead.
Take my hand and walk beside these lanes—
The summer stays when I remember your name.
