Hayley Westenra

In another younger day I could dream the time away
In the universe inside my room
And the world was really mine from June to September
And if it wasn't really so I was lucky not to know
And I was lucky not to wonder why
'cause summertime is all that I remember
A summer fly was buzzin' every night
When I was young
In the gentle world my childlike senses knew
And the world was just my cousin
And the wind was just the tongue
In the voice my lonely moments listened to