Bright Summer's Day '68 - Curved Air

On a bright summer’s day, in the middle of May,

With the sun shining down, my baby left town,

My brother broke jail.

Then my Daddy shot Mom, so I’ve written this song,

Just to tell all you folks out there cracking them jokes,

how I felt all along.

Oh, you came along, oh, you’ve heard my song,

Oh, you’ve got me wrong.

(You never told me it’d be like this!)

Oh, you came along, oh, you found this song,

Oh, you’ve got me wrong.

(I can’t stop thinking about that bright summers day!)

On a bright summer’s day, in the middle of May,

With the sun shining down, my baby left town,

My brother broke jail.

Oh, you came along, oh, you’ve heard this song,

Oh, you’ve got me wrong.

(And I never wanted it to be like this!)

Oh, you came along, oh, you found this song,

Oh, you’ve got me wrong.

(Now wait 'till I tell my Daddy about you!)

On a bright summer’s day, in the middle of May,

With the sun shining down, my baby left town,

My brother broke jail.