This will be resounding A hundred times again The summer heat, it creeps up If you get used to a day The shadow all came later And words would have you think Those words flung among us The darkness out to dry And still the sun is sleeping When I expect to see And still someone was coming It truly was not me But I'll try to let skeins flung out Be wound around again And I'll try to let the rough rocks Be finished by the waves Be finished by the waves Be finished by the waves Be finished by the waves Be finished by the waves
