The Song Of Purple Summer

[Ilse]
And all shall fade
The flowers of spring
The world and all the sorrows
At the heart of everything.

[All]
But still it stays
The butterfly sings
And opens purple summer
With a flutter of its wings.

The earth will wave with corn
The grey-fly choir will mourn
And mares will neigh
With stallions that they mate
Foals they've borne.

And all shall know the wonder
Of purple summer...

And yet, I wait
The swallow brings
A song to hard to follow
That no one else can sing.

The fences sway
The porches swing
The clouds begins to thunder
Crickets wander, murmuring.

The earth will wave with corn
The grey-fly choir will mourn
And mares will neigh
With stallions that they mate
Foals they've borne.

And all shall know the wonder
I will sing the song of purple summer.

And all shall know the wonder
I will sing the song of purple summer.

All shall know the wonder
Of purple summer...