Life is a bittersweet song, love
Even the rich and the strong, love
who are used to having their own way
All find out
some fine day
Life is a bittersweet song, love
Here in this world of push and shove
iron fist in velvet glove, Love
Life is a bittersweet song
Over and over
I hear the refrain
I hear it again
In this world of push and shove, Love ,
Life is a bittersweet song.
The trees of summertime
if you could see them shine,
as in a Claude Monet
if you could see them sway
There on a summer day
they bend and dance for me
somewhere in the south of France
the trees of summertime.
Oh, Monet, you taught us to see
c'est la vie
warm colours that we'd never seen before
when God closes a window
He opens a door,
mon ami
and we see warm colours that we'd never seen before.
The trees of summertime
if you could see them shine,
as in a Claude Monet
if you could see them sway
There on a summer day
they bend and dance for me
Somewhere in the South of France
I see - shine in the golden breeze
they shine in ecstasy,
as when you were mine
the trees of summertime.
A parting glass in a cafe
We watch the leaves
from the trees of life
Blow fast away, down the Champs Elysee
Theory is grey
but Green is the everlasting colour of life
I hear him laugh and say
Are you a feminist just waiting to be kissed
The Trees of Summertime
if you could see them shine
As in a Claude Monet
if you could see them sway
There on a summer day,
They bend and dance for me
Somewhere in the South of France I see
Shine in the golden breeze
The Trees of Summertime.
Anne Marie Wyse-Murray copyright words and music
Voice and Music Anne Marie Wyse-Murray