Roger Street Friedman - In The Summertime

the air is warm, and the grass grows high
and the corn prays in rows up toward the sky
birds sing their sunset songs and their evening lullabies
while the moon rises in my grateful eye

and you can hear the cicada when she calls
and the sweet sound of water over the falls
and the open windowed scent of the waving pine
eases the load
like this winding road
in the summertime

you know my love it's been a long hard climb
and the soul won't just turn on a dime
we need a place where we can breathe, and the sun can shine
a season where our rhythm meets its rhyme

where we can hear the cicada when she calls
and the sweet sound of water over the falls
and the open windowed scent of the waving pine
soothes the soul
like this country road
in the summertime

my moonlit words all feel too pale
will you read my heart when their meaning fails?
cull out the truth from the myths and the tall tales
and walk with me down the forest trails

where we can hear the cicada when she calls
and the sweet sound of water over the falls
we can breathe into the peace and release our minds
leave our heavy loads
life's a winding road
and it's the summertime
it's the summertime

Written by:
ROGER FRIEDMAN

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