Outside, the air is hot and misty
The look of an evening touched by summer rain
Inside, it is cool and calm
Refreshing and pleasant
Soothing, and tame
The temperature rises
The temperature falls
There’s light condensation
On the glass and the walls
The morning dew glistens
The fog rolls in deep
The country, it listens
To the birds as they cheep
For all that transpires
The birds and the bees
Nothing compares
To prayers from my knees
My head is to heaven
My soul rests on earth
Till the day that I die
From the day of my birth