The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land. Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky. A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers.
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling. Summer evening birds are calling. Summer's thunder time of year. The sound of music in my ears. Distant bells new mown grass smells so sweet.
You shout in your sleep.. Perhaps the price is just too steep.. . Is your conscience at rest. If once put to the test?. . You awake with a start. To just the beating of your heart..
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,. Summer evening birds are calling.. Summer's thunder time of year,. The sound of music in my ears.. . Distant bells,.