Vivaldi's Song

Baby, when you love me, I feel
Home sweet home inside of yours sublime
This Garden's sure to grow you know
Our love is just like Summertime


Parrots eye the fruit & we make love
Between the harpsichords & lutes?
Our greenlimbs intertwine, you know
Our love is just like Summertime


Our souls collide
We slip & slide
We feel no pain
& with our lives locked together


We weather the Wind & 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

Michael Franks
1978