Orange-coloured day

Hear the new bluebird whistle out her first song

From the tree that will be here long after we're gone

The curlicue twirl of a butterfly's grace

Watch her work the day away just to stay in one place

It takes an orange-colored day

In a summer-end display

In the wisdom of it all

Singularity's so small

Hear the twinkle downstream of the green river pour

How it's never the same as a second before

And you're filled with a warmth you can barely express

A part of the scenery, no more and no less

It takes an orange-colored day

In a summer-end display

In the wisdom of it all

Singularity's so small

Why must I yearn to be maddened by a love

So reckless and pure as a call from a dove?

Such wonders reflected in a haze of nature's ways

Of nature's ways

Of nature's ways

Of nature's ways

And orange-colored days

Orange-colored days

See the sun's first rays of the morning to peep

Through a gap in the curtains and lull you from sleep