Lyric

A glass upon the table now

A slice of lemon floating round

Sunlight through the open window

Painting patterns on the ground

Tracing little drops of water

Running down the side

Nothing really happening yet

Still I cannot hide a smile

Voices somewhere far away

The curtains move and sway

First lemonade of summer

Ice is singing in the glass

First lemonade of summer

Watching golden hours pass

Sweet and a little sour

Bright as the afternoon

Holding all the days to come

Beneath a sky so blue

My hat is resting on a chair

Sand is scattered by the door

The day stretches out before me

Like it never has before

Turning circles with the lemon

Floating slowly by

Every little thing feels new

In the middle of July

Something waiting down the road

I don't know it yet

First lemonade of summer

Ice is singing in the glass

First lemonade of summer

Watching golden hours pass

Sweet and a little sour

Bright as the afternoon

Holding all the days to come

Beneath a sky so blue

Fresh-cut grass and painted fences

Shadows dancing on the street

Sunlight spilling through the garden

Landing softly at my feet

First lemonade of summer

Ice is singing in the glass

First lemonade of summer

Watching golden hours pass

Sweet and a little sour

Bright as the afternoon

Holding all the days to come

Beneath a sky so blue

First lemonade of summer

Cool against the summer heat

A little taste of something new

A season turning sweet