Vivaldis Song (Michael Franks)

Lady, when you love me I feel home-sweet-home inside of your sublime
 This garden's sure to grow, you know our love is just like summertime
 Parrots eye the fruit and we make love between the harpsichords and lutes?
 Our green limbs intertwine, you know our love is just like summertime

 Our souls collide, we slip and slide, we feel no pain
 And with our lives locked together we weather the wind and rain
 We grow the farm, we're safe from harm
 Inside this circle of summertime both of us know is our love

 Lovers from the past with poison smiles, all pray our love will never last
 But we are trees not vines, you know our love is just like summertime
 As the song begins, these shipwrecks fade behind a wave of violins
 Vivaldi made us rhyme, you know our love is just like summertime

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