I dream of flowers blooming,
Of butterflies in the air;
But it's just a summer fantasy,
Right now it's cold out there.

Green grass fills my mind,
Blue skies filled with birds;
But it's just a summer fantasy,
Snow and ice are today's words.

Trees filled with leaves,
Would be a great sight to see;
But its just a summer fantasy,
Cold winds blow to a great degree.

I can picture lakes,
Warm for swimming and for play;
But it's just a summer fantasy,
Winter will have its way.

But before we all know it,
The birds will once again sing;
And it won't be a summer fantasy,
It will be the real thing.