Summer Isle

I played there every once in a while Air from the Northern valley blowing so inward Aunt Mimi owned a cottage along the seaside point it made me write poetry and some melancholy melody there You could tame the endless beauty of Summer Isle People would bless and greet you with a tender smile Flying o'er the vast timberlands Hundreds of her residence are strongly holding hands It is a way of life for such a proud and distinquished colony Reside in this Paradise and your name will be legion