In the summer,
Your eyes are blue,
You look around,
For the new day,
In October,
When dreams come true,
In fields of days,
There's yesterday,
Sitting on tangerine hands in a storm,
They are peeling,
Aaaaahhhhh
Aaaaahhhhh
When it's autumn,
With trees of green,
The leaves fall down,
Every Sunday,
Now that I'm older,
With eyes of brown,
I'll look around,
And remember,
Sitting on tangerine hands in a storm,
They are peeling,
Aaaaahhhhh
Aaaaahhhhh
Ooooooh,
Aaaaahhh,
Aaaaaahhhh,
AAA -ooohhh
Aaaaahhhhh
Aaaaahhhhh