The Song
A song for late spring even if it is coming out in the dead of winter.
The Players
Kurt Dahle drums
John Collins bass percussion harmonium
Stevie guitars piano vocals percussion
The Writers
The Company
The Words
Bring out the summer in me, bring out the colours you see
Bring out your comic book smile you wore as a child
Bring out the answer to me, a one hundred and eighty degree
Turn around, seasons and days, lets get lost in the haze
I’ve been set in my ways
Bring out your books, bring out your looks
Bring out the answer to me
Something more has happened today
I love you it turned out that way
So what can I say?
Remember the time that I fell, for you it meant nothing at all
Playing at dead man’s fall, you ran down the hall
Bring out your caricatures, bring out the best of what’s left
A description of youth, a laughter not fading away
It means something to me
Bring out your books, bring out your looks
Bring out the answer to me
Something more has happened today
I love you it turned out that way
Bring out your books, bring out your looks
Bring out the colours for me
Something more has happened today
I love you it turned out that way
So what can I say