Summer Song

(© 2001 C. Townsend & D. Parker, Wild GinSang Music, BMI)

Summertime lies hot and soft
Upon the ancient hills.
I tell my lover I love it less,
For there are no whippoorwills.

Fireflies, like Christmas lights,
Decorate the trees.
I smell the scent of plants and earth
Captured by the breeze.

Stars are scattering God’s own light
Across the black of night.
They burn with holy patience
And refuse to be less bright.

The moon has poured its silver smile
Out upon the ridge;
The frogs and peepers form a choir
Down by the little bridge.

My passion is refined to grace
By the goodness of this place;
My feet upon the earth below
My hands are reaching into space.

Venus rises to the west,
Mars lies to the south;
Hushing up the noisy words
That tumble from my mouth.

Repeat 1st Verse


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