Hear the new blue bird whistle out her first song

From the tree that'll 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-coloured 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-coloured day

In a summer-end display

In the wisdom of it all

Singularity's so small

Ooh-ooh-ooh

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-coloured days (and orange-coloured days)

Orange-coloured days (orange-coloured days)

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

Through a gap in the curtains and lull you from sleep