When summer comes
And night is but a shadow
The rain falls hard
And the streets smokey glow

I'll be under trees
With my shovel in the mire
Digging for some gold
But I'll settle for fire.

       If I find me gold
       I'll roam where winter's not so cold
       But if I find fire
       Roaming will not be so dire.

And it is hours
Before all those who are sleeping
Lift their eyelids
When the sun comes out creeping

And I'll be resting
On the sand of a damp beach
Staring at a moon
That is fading out of reach

       And as it melts in the light
       I watch it leave behind the night
       And thinking the moon's Heaven-sent
      I wish it took me where it went