Wicked hands, i’ll cooly press into yours
Time was never known to care
Can we be fully, something truly, in the end
When we go beyond here?
Splendid, lovely, summer, when the sun’s red
Tender, breathless, darling, drops of war bled
Drops have bled
Pale moonbeams, can be his and be hers
In the calm and darkest sea
Floating, running past, to light of arms so keen
Off the rocks around us
Splendid, lovely, summer, when the sun’s red
Tender, breathless, darling, drops of war bled
Splendid, lovely summer
Tender, breathless, darling
Splendid, lovely summer
Tender, breathless, darling
Splendid, lovely summer
Tender, breathless, darling
Splendid, lovely summer
Tender, breathless, darling