Summerland by M.F. Schlotterbeck (Songwriter)

A somewhere lost in time
a special vintage day over the borderline
of golden waves aflow
your peace and frolic afire

I wanna hold your hand
and run again with purest hearts and sun-kissed tans
when all the years 'gone by
when all my days are retired

Take me as I am
we'll run across this land of dreams
We'll live like we're alive
so when I run out of time
squeeze my hand
and take me back to Summerland
You know that you're the one
The one that made this land of ever-rising suns
and when I'm good as gone
and when this body's too tired

oh, hold summer in your heart
oh, drink summer from a cup
oh, squeeze summer in your hand

Oh, take us back to Summerland

• Americana
• Country
• Folk
• heartland
• pop-rock