Granville Island

Meet me by the harbour by the shoreline Meet me with a sweater and chamomile Your hands are all creviced, your hair winter But these eyes they hold stories of years younger When our love was like summer, summer days Our love was like summer, summer days When our love was like summer, summer days Our love was like summer, summer days Meet me with a lantern carved in a spoon That's glazed by a potter and painted blue Like that feather broach that I borrowed from mamma On our wedding day, for my wedding veil When our love was like summer, summer days Our love was like summer, summer days When our love was like summer, summer days Our love was like summer, summer days When hospital rooms whisper of numbered days And breath is a kite-tail that'll soon get away We will sit as the street musicians play our song Of raspberry lovers, of days long And when death comes like winter Still our love will be summer Yes our will be summer Yes our love is gelatos on Granville Island Our love is the seagulls on the cobblestone Yes our love is a ring 'cause no man's an island Our love is your knees on the cobblestone Yes our love is like summer, summer days Our love is like summer, summer days Yes our love is like summer, summer days Our love is like summer, summer days