The First Day of Summer
Words and music by Christopher Kent
The first day of summer, the eagles are flying
 Out over the ocean in seagull disguise
 They tell me that people have given up lifetimes
 To sit by the water and hear their sweet cries
 They swim through my dreams like the moon on wet sand
 They don’t understand what they see
 The first day of summer, the seagulls are calling to me
The first day of summer, the pilings are crying
 A saltwater song with the taste of the sea
 And someone is lying asleep by the water
 Where no one can tell her the things that must be
 Seaweed is growing in gardens of green
 That no one has seen but the sea
 The first day of summer, the seagulls are calling to me
The first day of summer, the ocean is sighing
 Sea creatures burrow their holes in the sand
 No one is asking for reasons or answers…
 Do seagulls grow lonely so far from the land?
 No one can say where the ocean will end,
 Like a song from a friend flying free
 The first day of summer, the seagulls are calling to me
Copyright 1976 by Christopher Kent. All rights reserved.
