dawn chorus
modern english
when summer returns to its warm green fields
the dawning days morning with a sigh
opening windows with a wounding cry
the rainbow's lost its dreams of gold
when summer returns to its warm green fields
the floating vacuum draws you in
strange visions are loose on white stallions
a wall of sound with flutes and strings
rising on a wave of voices
surrounded by your humble faith
morning's there to wake us in time
when summer returns to its warm green fields