SUMMER IS NIGH
When the sun breathes through the mist of the morning
and the moon takes a step back from the horizon and
the leaves poke out from the cold black sticks of the winter's leavings
and the squirrels run up the trees.
And the frost of the evening leave the low parts of the garden
And the daffodils show up through the hard bleak ground
And the tulips lift their blossoming heads
And the blue jays flit from bough to bough.
Know that summer is nigh
Know that summer is nigh
and the warmth is blooming
Under the brush and the leaves dropped from last season.
And the moving of the earth is a stirring
And a brand new bud is growing.
Know that summer is nigh
And there is a breaking of a new story
An awaking of a new dawning
When the trees shall clap their hands.
When the sun breathes through the mist of the morning
and the moon takes a step back from the horizon and
the leaves poke out from the cold black sticks of the winter's leavings
and the squirrels run up the trees.
And the frost of the evening leave the low parts of the garden
And the daffodils show up through the hard bleak ground
And the tulips lift their blossoming heads
And the blue jays flit from bough to bough.
Know that summer is nigh
Know that summer is nigh
and the warmth is blooming
Under the brush and the leaves dropped from last season.
And the moving of the earth is a stirring
And a brand new bud is growing.
Know that summer is nigh
And there is a breaking of a new story
An awaking of a new dawning
When the trees shall clap their hands.
@cherylbrand
