Vivaldi's Song

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 green leaves intertwine

You know our love

Is just like summertime

Our souls collide, we slip and slide

We feel no pain and when our lives locked together

We weather the wind and rain

We grow the farm, we're safe from harm

Inside these circles 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