Birds of Summer - Véronique Sanson

Tell him to come on home, I will be here all season long

And as I wait alone, I’ll sit and sing my summer song.

Keep me company, gentle birds of summer.

Oh, my birds of summer hear my words become a song

See my memories, turn to melody.

So, tell him to come on home, I will be hear all season long.

And though my birds are flown, I’ll still be hear when summer’s gone.