The dawn has come 
And the wine will run 
And the song must be sung 
And the flowers are melting 
In the sun 

I feel I want to be up on the roof 
I feel I gotta get up on the roof 
Up, up on the roof 
Up, up on the roof 

Oh the dawn has come 
And the song must be sung 
And the flowers are melting 
What kind of language is this? 

What kind of language is this? 
I can't hear a word you're saying 
Tell me what are you singing 
In the sun 

All of the birds are laughing 
All of the birds are laughing 
Come on let's all join in 
Come on let's all join in 

I want to be up on the roof 
I've gotta be up on the roof 
Up, up high on the roof 
Up, up on the roof 
In the sun