For William: an old song for a renewed love :-)
Summerscales
The
summer song is simple, it reminds me
of
the bleakness of the moors and the humming of the bees,
the
haze above the meadow as the larks rise on the breeze,
and
it reminds me...
The
summer song is simple, it reminds me
of
the dapple of the water and the sunlight through the leaves,
the
poppies in the hedgerow and the swallows under eaves,
and
it reminds me...
So
touch me with your summer, as I touch you with my tears;
wash
away my tears.
Raise
me with your morning, raise me from my fears,
take
away my fears, and I shall fly...
And
I lose my heart to the summer, find my song in the summer.
Come
following the sun, leading me on, leading me home.
So
touch me with your summer, as I touch you with my tears;
wash
away my tears.
Raise
me with your morning, raise me from my fears,
take
away my fears, and I can
fly...
The
summer song is simple, it reminds me
of
the bleakness of the moors and the humming of the bees,
the
haze above the meadow as the larks rise on the breeze,
and
it reminds me...
Maggie. July 1976.
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