ON SUMMERDAYS

On Summerdays
when the ripe barley sways
and wildflowers line the way,
the air’s filled with scents of hay.

In summernights
when the pale sky seems light,
the rivers and lakes turn white,
the wind and the waves grow quiet.

And I’m like a desert
waiting waiting for dew.
My heart’s like desire,
I’m longing for you.
The summer is leaving me blue.

On summerdays
when the ripe barley sways,
then I’ve got to spend the day
dreaming of you in the hay.

In summernights
when the pale sky seems light,
the rivers and lakes turn white
and I have a yearning inside.

And I feel like fire
and I feel like rain.
My heart’s all desire my soul is all pain.
The summer has flowered in vain.


© by Bernd F. Gruschwitz u. Ingo Höricht