Vivaldi's Song

Lady, when you love me I feel home, Sweet-home Inside of your Sublime This Garden's, sure to grow You know our love, Is just like Summertime Parrots, eye the fruit, And we make love Between the harpsichords, and lutes? Our greenlimbs, intertwine, You know Our love, Is just like Summertime Our souls collide We slip and slide We feel no pain And with our lives, locked together We weather the Wind and Rain We grow the Farm We're safe from Harm Inside this Circle of Summertime Both of us know is our Love Lovers from the past With poison smiles All pray, our love will never last But we... are Trees not Vines, You know our love Is just like Summertime As... the song begins These shipwrecks fade Behind a wave of violins; Vivaldi, made us rhyme, You know our love Is just like Summertime.