🎶 “Blonde as Summer” (Brand‑new, original, pop‑country, nostalgic, sister‑strong) 🌾 Verse 1 Northern Wisconsin sunrise, Dairy farm waking slow, Up at six and out ’til ten, Never caring where the hours would go. No cell phones, no scrolling, Just gravel roads and sky, Two little blondes on rusty bikes Racing summer as it flew by. Wild roses in the backyard breeze, Lilac hedge like a purple wall, That trail between the house and blooms Was our kingdom, safe and small. 🌼 Chorus We were blonde as summer, wild as the weather, Two farm‑girls running everywhere together. Tire swings spinning, dirt bikes humming, Sunburnt shoulders, no fear of nothing. Haymow castles, VHS nights, Sandy chasing squirrels in the fading light. Yeah, we were girls with the whole world coming— Hand in hand, blonde as summer. 🐄 Verse 2 Feeding calves at sunrise, Walking fields in bare feet, Split between the Peach House warmth And the Farmhouse calm and sweet. Big dormer windows watching us, Gray shingles humming Grandpa’s rhyme, Mint‑green crib with elephants He painted just for Grandma’s name and mine. You didn’t talk until I talked, Shadow‑sisters from the start, Sleeping in the chicken coop fortress, Two wild kids with one shared heart. 🌙 Chorus We were blonde as summer, wild as the weather, Two farm‑girls running everywhere together. Tire swings spinning, dirt bikes humming, Sunburnt shoulders, no fear of nothing. Haymow castles, VHS nights, Sandy chasing squirrels in the fading light. Yeah, we were girls with the whole world coming— Hand in hand, blonde as summer. 💛 Bridge Croquet in the long grass laughing, Couldn’t even see the ball, You drank that tiny tequila bottle Saying “the sky is falling” to us all. Deer season mornings bundled up, Sundays singing in church pews, Growing up side‑by‑side like that Was the sweetest kind of truth. 🌾 Final Chorus We were blonde as summer, wild as the weather, Two farm‑girls running everywhere together. Tire swings spinning, dirt bikes humming, Sunburnt shoulders, no fear of nothing. Haymow castles, VHS nights, Sandy chasing squirrels in the fading light. Yeah, we were girls with the whole world coming— Hand in hand, blonde as summer.