Vivaldi's Song - 熊山 (웅산)

Written by：Michael P. Franks

Lady when you love me

I feel home-sweet-home inside of your sublime

This garden is 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 greenlimbs intertwine

You know our love is just like summertime

Our souls collide

We slip and slide

We feel no pain

And with out 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