Oh, summer rain, that calls to me
with breeze that sings sweet melodies;
i softly drift into the seas
of sweet refrain and harmonies.
oh, summer rain, that calls to me
and whispers softly from the sea.
it speaks with love and tenderness
and all my flaws it doth confess.
please speak to me of what you see
oh, summer rain, that calls to me.
with breeze that sings sweet melodies
and song that circles mountains high:
the wind makes known its soft reprise
and dares the brave to follow nigh.
but what for those who in the lees
shan't hear the wind's disdainful cry?
i softly drift into the seas,
upon my ship, amongst the lees,
to shelter from the torrent's rain,
and save myself from nature's pain.
for if the rain is nature's tear,
then cloudbursts offer much to fear.
of sweet refrain and harmonies,
the robin sings its joyless song,
for what of beauty 'mid the trees
may keep such beauty very long?
though verse may speak of nature's plea,
reality sees much go wrong.
oh, summer rain, that calls to me
with breeze that sings sweet melodies;
i softly drift into the seas
of sweet refrain and harmonies.
