Summer’s Calling

Currents hung like jewels, crown begins to bend
Red the mouth and hands, a gluttons favorite end
Heavy were the heads
Pectin spread the jam
Now, a barren stare
Shape of an ampersand

Summer's calling
Oh, still calling me
Summer's calling
Oh, still calling me

Queen Ann's lace, dressed so fine
Court and curtsied, bow and bent
They were at my eye
And I had the days to spend
Turn your face from me
A broken collar scent

Summer's calling
Oh, still calling me
Summer's calling
Oh, still calling me

We filled the cages
On our own
Tried to save the sands
Built the barricades
Stone by stone
Walked the pier to wash our hands
Walked the pier to wash our hands

Summer's calling
Oh, still calling me
Summer's calling
Oh, still calling me



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Cauchi, Kent Jolly
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