By
Bryan Sanctuary (1963)
So little time it seems to me
Since last I saw you soil.
And held your moisture in my hand
To cool me as I toil.
So soon the year come ‘round again,
The time to go away
And stay awhile and work awhile
In the moist warm summer day.
The summer sun returns the strength
That winter sapped away.
And stores it in the hungry heart
So memories will not stray.
Away from all life’s ordered ways
That bars the soul within,
With good hard work to ease the mind,
A love that is no sin.
And when the Earth turns from the Sun
The tools are left behind.
The cool night air and summer scent.
Will clear the confused mind.
