Let's go outside
Swifts are scything high
The last to cry the sun good night
Wings are beating then they glide
Let's walk round the meadow
As we like to do
We could be Summer gypsies you and I
Watch each day in pastel shades give way
All is kind, mild and soft
Daylight graced away
As we survey our sanctuary
Far from the maddening, saddening motorway
A fragile film of mist hangs above the meadow flowers
We wonder at the science of it
As nature's breath is blown aside
Like a magic trick
We could stay out here all night
Be Summer gypsies you and I
But we are tied
Signed up to this, bound by that
Anchored, rooted to the workaday
Come inside, for we must sleep
We need to sleep
Let the night its gentle solstice secrets keep
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 11:34 AM UTC
Let's go outside
Swifts are scything high
The last to cry the sun good night
Wings are beating then they glide
Let's walk round the meadow
As we like to do
We could be Summer gypsies you and I
Watch each day in pastel shades give way
All is kind, mild and soft
Daylight graced away
As we survey our sanctuary
Far from the maddening, saddening motorway
A fragile film of mist hangs above the meadow flowers
We wonder at the science of it
As nature's breath is blown aside
Like a magic trick
We could stay out here all night
Be Summer gypsies you and I
But we are tied
Signed up to this, bound by that
Anchored, rooted to the workaday
Come inside, for we must sleep
We need to sleep
Let the night its gentle solstice secrets keep
