Hear the new bluebird whistle out her first song
From the tree that will be here long after we're gone
The curlicue twirl of a butterfly's grace
Watch her work the day away just to stay in one place
It takes an orange-colored day
In a summer and a display
In the wisdom of it all
Singularity so small
Hear the twinkle downstream of the green river pool
How it's never been
The same as a second before
And you're filled with a warmth you can barely express
A part of the scenery no more and no less
It takes an orange-colored day
In a summer and a display
In the wisdom of it all
Singularity
So small
Why must I end to be maddened by a love
So reckless and pure as a call from a dawn
Such wonders reflected in a haze
Of nature's ways
Of nature's ways
Of nature's ways
Of nature's ways
Of nature's ways
Of nature's ways
And orange-colored days
And orange-colored days
Orange-colored days
Orange-colored days
Orange-colored days
Orange-colored days
Orange-colored days







Orange-colored days
Orange-colored days
Orange-colored days
Orange-colored days
Orange-colored days
See the sun's first rays of the morning to peek
Through a gap in the curtains and love you from sleep