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, 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