Summertime the sun would shine we’d lay across the field
Sheltered in the shadow of a tree
We’d write our poems to take along
And sing out on the road
And you would always sing this song to me
May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your land
May the rain fall soft upon your face until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of his hand
Autumn leaves would change our tree
To colors on the ground
Swirling patterns beautiful to see
I’d lay my head down on your lap
I wouldn’t make a sound
And you would always sing this song to me
Though the winter days our tree would shiver in the wind
Waiting for the warming touch of spring
I’d hold you in the firelight
We’d stare into the flames
And this is what you always used to sing
