Bird of the Summer A Fine Frenzy A, D, A You c[A]ame with the season, as the first swallow sang A brown headed stranger, with a five-letter name dooo[D]do[Bm]odo[A]o We pl[A]anted our kisses where the wild berries grow my feet sprouted wings and I flew all the way home doo[D]od[Bm]ood[A]oo My ch[F#m]eeks red like f[D]ire engines r[A]acing str[F#m]aight to the h[D]eat of your sk[A]in and I kn[F#m]ow our days are n[D]umbered, early b[A]ird of the s[D]ummer you'll fly s[A]outh just as the f[E]a (guitartabs.cc)