From the ship, we could see it in the distancenAs the fog was finally liftingnWe had come to the shores of SummerdaynGently landing, we jumped out on the sand and found our waynWhere the dirt was soft and blacknWe started digging a gardennAnd soon we found the woods that we'd callnThe forest of Arden for to playnnWhen we came to SummerdaynOn the shores of SummerdaynWe will live in SummerdaynnAnd we climbed a stony mountainnWe were boisterous then quietnAs we thought about what instruments to makenSoon we started to build the uillean pipes and fine guitarsnThen we scouted out the hollows for solitude and silencenAnd we found the places we could meet by the blue and glassy rivernUnder stars where the paper lanterns swaynnIn the streets of SummerdaynTrust the night and trust the daynSun and moon of SummerdaynnWe are pilgrims in the land between religionsnWe are following our childrennAnd we paint in different colors every daynAnd if we're true to our hearts they will grow up and want to staynWe will work beside them as they build modest housesnAnd on a misty April morning we'll rest the shovels on the fencenAnd die and become a summer daynnOh, the fields of SummerdaynAnd the flowers of SummerdaynThey will live in SummerdaynnTo the shores of SummerdaynSo we sail to SummerdaynWe will live in Summerday