When the summer comes down
Before the harvest is brought in
Then the nights begin to cool
And the world is soft again
When the summer comes down
And the sun is not so hard
When the crickets raise their hymn
And the earth lets down it's guard
Then I let it wash over me
Let it fall on me like rain
Let it smooth my ragged soul
Bring me safe home again
When the summer comes down
Before the gardens fade away
When the heat has lost it's edge
And there's dew at dawn each day
When the summer comes down
And the gentle bees still fly
Between the Rose of Sharon blooms
As they hum their lullaby
Then I let it wash over me
Let it fall on me like rain
Let it smooth my ragged soul
Bring me safe home again
When the summer comes down
Before the trees with color sigh
And the grasses still are green
And the birds have yet to fly
When the summer comes down
As nature pauses in her stride,
Takes a breath before the plunge,
Makes a space where peace abides
And I let it wash over me
Let it fall on me like rain
Let it smooth my ragged soul
Bring me safe home again
And I let it wash over me
Let it fall, fall on me like rain
Let it smooth my ragged soul
Bring me safe home again
Copyright © 2008 Mary-Elizabeth Bean
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
See them marching song in progress
See them marching off to work
Little boys in their fathers' s suits
Armed each one with case and phone
Soldiering in old men's pursuits
Copyright © 2008 Mary-Elizabeth Bean
Little boys in their fathers' s suits
Armed each one with case and phone
Soldiering in old men's pursuits
Copyright © 2008 Mary-Elizabeth Bean
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