One wave of your hand, and its April mornings again.
Takes me away to the days of my childhood home.
One little kiss and its clear blue Mondays once more.

The kind weather-light of the sun just carries you on.

Bending the locks,

Riding the wind,
Chasing that girl,
Letting her win,

Shame on your eyes.

One wink or a smile and its hard to remember they say?

But touching your hand, and I'm back at my high school haunts.
One little glance and the stars just go shooting my way.
Make little marks on the side of my open heart.


Bending the locks,
Riding the wind,

Chasing that girl,
Letting her win,
Shame on your eyes.


One wave of your hand and its April mornings again.