Red is the Color

Red is the color
of the rose that grows in summer,
And red was the color
of my first true love's hair.
I see her today
as a smile in my memory
Of a summer we shared
with never a care.

Take me back to those days
of carefree abandon,
Take me back to our place
in the sun.
Take me back to a time
we were never afraid,
And would never regret
what we done.

We were giants, we were young ...

Red is the color
of the rose that grows in summer
And red was the color
of my first true love's hair.