The Summertime of Day

In the summertime of days

A man is nothing more

Than a tear in some old year

That was cast aside my God.

 

In the summertime of day

We are as we must be

Shadows all on our way to fall

If not eternity.

 

And if we must look for heaven

Then heaven must surely be

In arms that are warm

And smiles if they tender be.

 

In the summertime of days

I’ll ask for nothing more

Than a face and a quiet place

That was cast aside by God.

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