Lyrics

Poor Summer


The corn in the field is ripening slowly
The new mown hay lies over the ground
The swallows have returned as they do every year
But there's a gathering sky threatening the harvest I fear

The sea and the sand are as ever inviting
The sound of the waves the salt in the air
The people have returned as they do every year
But there's a gathering sky threatening the surf I fear

I can't believe
It's been such a poor summer
I can't believe
The third in a row
Maybe next year
Things will be different
Maybe next year

Will the seasons ever quite be
The same that they once were?
Will we no more ever get to see
Those long warm days more than two at a time?
What will it come to mean
The rise of the tide - the fall of the land?
The doubt and the certainty
That the only answer as yet is that nobody knows

The yin and the yang in perfect harmony
The sun and the moon
The woman and the man
The mountain and the river
Heaven and earth
But there's a gathering sky threatening the Karma I fear

I can't believe
It's been such a poor summer
I can't believe
The third in a row
I can't beleive
That it's nearly winter
I can't believe
Where did it go?