When summer returns to its warm green fields 

the sun fading, pastel in the breeze 

the swallow swooping, migrating home 

the dawning days morning with a sigh 

opening windows with a wounding cry 

the rainbow's lost its dreams of gold 

and everything slows 



when summer returns to its warm green fields 

the sun fading, pastel in the breeze 

the swallow swooping, migrating home 

and everything slows 



the ______ vacuum draws you in 

strange visions are loose on white ______ 

a wall of sound with flutes and strings 

rising on a wave of voices 

surrounded by your humble faith 

morning's there to wake us in time 

rain and sky 

the world is breathing, living, but turning in its rage 



when summer returns to its warm green fields 

everything slows 

the sun fading, pastel in the breeze 

everything slows 

the swallow swooping, migrating home 

everything slows