A summer breeze and myrtle’s tang
The streets are misty from the rain
They underneath the street lamps hang
So tell the boys come home again
And cease with their romancing

Calliopes of burgundy
Obstructing all the sounds nearby
So which way must I look to see
The wind-swept swallows swoop the sky
And watch their joyful dancing?

There’s pleasure there in peeking up
The heavens churning, brown in hue
So let the raindrops fill their cup
And let us hold each other to
Prevent the dusk advancing

Thus incense sweeps the streets with calm
The leaves are laden down with dew
As evening gently takes my arm
And leads me through my thoughts to you
For no one’s more entrancing