When the yellow birds of June
Sing outside my room
I won’t say much
Cause I’ll be thinking of you babe

And days will go by
And months will go by
But today I’m stuck in May

When a red September sky
Disappears into the night
I won’t say much
And when the first snow sees
The dead December trees

I’ll remember sitting here
Staring at the walls
I’ll remember

The days that went by
And months that went by
But today I’m stuck in May

Words And Music By Casey Shea.  All Rights Reserved.