When Love Is Young

When love is young, as fresh as dew A song is sung, so warm and new, It winds its way, bursts into blue An April day turned into June Summer is born. I walk the fields, there's warmth above The thought it yields is of my love A lazy stream, its solitude A summer dream, a quiet mood Plays on my mind. The summer of a young girl's life Is meant for love not pain or strife A time for change, a time to stay To rearrange for another day Another day.