Why is the meadow greener in July
Why is the sky so blue around you
and can you tell me Why
everything about you gets me high
Never a thought of you can pass me by
I feel like singing
when you're in sight
But there's no music
when you're gone
Oh oh oh WHY
Does the morning have to mean goodbye
What if we're still in love tomorrow
Then would you, can't you try
filling every hour of my life
What if my love, wild birds would rather fly
Can you tell me Why